Clear glass spears of jagged teeth
Across the roof drip down beneath
To touch the tree with drips and drops
Until the cold comes to make them stop.
I'll break them off for swords and duels
When I'm a bit older, won't that be cool!
I'll watch them break, shatter, and crash
Better run for cover with a dash!
Right now I'd like to grab one for a taste
I'm sure there better than the mushy paste.
For now, I'll just watch them drip, drip, drip
Because no one will let me even get a grip!
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