Only when the time is right
And deep inside the darkest night
When the temperature is low
Does he come out to say hello
He's only small and very slim
Blue in colour, spindly limbed
And when it's cold enough to freeze
He'll cast his spell on all he sees
With a magic charm and wave of hand
Shapes will form across the land
From the rooftops, from the trees
The waters flow begins to seize
In the morning, as moonlight fails
There's an icy backward bed of nails
A frozen mini waterfall
Our blue skinned friend has had a ball
The low weak sun will gleam on them
Each one shines like the rarest gem
Depends how long they're shone upon
By evening they may all be gone
But if the temperature is freezing
He'll return to his masterpiecing
And with a wave of spiky hand
Casts his icy spell throughout the land
Is he for real, does he live in your dream
For no-one could do such a thing it would seem
He'll leave frosty friezes for you to find
Decide for yourself if it's all in your mind
For it's only when the time is right
And deep inside the darkest night
Will you ever see this nature shaker
Whispered on the wind as the Icicle Maker...
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