Icicle, icicle,
The scaly fingers.
Freezing the life,
On the bark your linger.
Icicle, icicle,
Silver, transparent cold,
Entrapped,
The elegant wind's blow.
Icicle, icicle,
The sudden Jack Frost's spear,
You pierce in,
And hang with no fear.
Icicle, icicle,
I hold you in my hand,
All the warmth,
You suck and you expand.
Icicle, icicle,
Your a December beauty,
Remember winter,
Created you truly.
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