I
am the monarch of the town,
The king of land and sea;
Before
me mankind boweth down,
The people worship me.
I’m
Old King Cole, and Great I am,
I’m It in great degree;
From
North and South and East and West
The people flock to me.
For
all I’m cold, and freeze their smiles,
Still do they follow me;
I’m
here today, tomorrow nay,
My name is i-c-e.
c.
June 24, ‘09
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