Pacing in my cage I gaze outside at The World, Eternally Froze in Ice and Snow Come the Spring If e'er it comes Revenge upon the Gods, is mine. This Glacial exile I must endure I Did naught to secure. Sacrifices made Praises sung, and Still, punished am I. Of what crime Do you condemn Me guilty, what Rite did I profane? The warming Sun And Breezes cool I did acclaim, and For this I am gaoled With Icicle bars And Igloo walls, An ice slab for a bed A blanket wove of snow. OH COME THE SPRING.
|