The fence post wears a crown of white

And, growing ever higher,

It stands at firm attention,

Clothed in its royal attire.

A king in finest ermine

No more proud could be,

Standing at the corner

For passersby to see.

I wonder, does the threat of thaw

Fill its heart with dread

That it must doff a royal cap

And show its wooden head?

Illustrated by Charles Shaw