the ice is forming nicely
feet all a glide arms held up
high and wide and all smiles
right now a pebbled surface
sufficient for say curling
what is needed is a zambeaver
with a little hat and a big cigar
plying a smooth flat trail
in the cold one is prone to dream
out of the periphery of thorn trees
floats down the overture
pyoter ilyich tchaikovksy
what a name but then i remember
how he just ripped off that other
little lion wolfgang amadeus mozart
who wrote the ball first
divertimento nr ten f-dur
kv two hundred fourty seven
and then I slip and slide
and go back inside
find my seat by the fire
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