The frozen air chills his face,
As he walks around this snowy place,
"Cold face! Cold face!" The baying wind jeered,
"You should wear a nice warm beard!"

And in the taverns about the town,
The landlady wears a sturdy frown,
"You will not be supping upon our beer,
"For you're too young to drink in here!"

"21 be I!" I protest,
And try to act a burly guest,
But the landlady,"Pah!" she merely sneered,
"Come back when you can grow a beard!"

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