Mr. Pine - Eisley

An icicle feast for my watery

Eyes;

Lacing, swirling, and

Floating.

an ice castle for us to

Live in, come on, we’re holding

Hands under our palace of snow

Soft hush breath it goes in

And out, in and out

Frost tracing the window pane

Up and down, up and down

Pale blue frosted flakes for us to

Feed on, bright eyes always

Shining always glowing

Icicles hanging from our fingertips

Soft hushed breath it goes in

And out, in and out

Frost tracing the window pane

Up and down, up and down

Follow the crystal air to the

Snowflake village where people

Made of gumdrops greet you;

Merry Mornings Mister Pine