<p>Twixt the river bend and old man tree,<br> lived the smallest elf of silver blue <br> Icy Winter was his place to be,<br> from when the first winds blew </p> <p>He awaited the passing of the leaves<br> wanting November to breathe a blast,<br> for after the grass first began to freeze,<br> he said "This green won't last."</p> <p>He sought for the very best spots to place<br> both his coldest breath and touch of ice,<br> upon the branches and mountain face,<br> where sparkling snowflakes did entice</p> <p>Beneath his hands, a lake no more,<br> but a swathe of piercing ice delight,<br> Friends, beware -- as his fingers bore,<br> deep holes into the surface bright</p> <p>So when the cracks you begin to see,<br> ice dancing across with smiles wide,<br> step off, be wise and hear this plea -- <br> STAY ON THE FROZEN SIDE!</b>