Nine mice on tiny tricycles
went riding on the ice,
they rode in spite of warning signs,
they rode despite advice.

The signs were right, the ice was thin,
in half a trice, the mice fell in,
and from their chins down to their toes,
those mice entirely froze.

Nine mindless mice, who paid the price,
are thawing slowly by the ice,
still sitting on their tricycles,
**nine white and shiny micicles!**

--Jack Prelutsky--
The New Kid On the Block, published by Greenwillow(1984)

Found at:

http://www.geocities.com/Broadway/Alley/2957/prelutsky.html