The Ice Boy
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The Ice Boy

by whoneedsaname

Once upon a time, Long, long ago, There lived a young boy who was made out of snow.

He was awfully thin, And awfully cold

And he was not strong, And he was not bold.

But he was a kind lad, And he had many friends

Though he knew that, when the time, They would be the cause of his end.

He went out one winter, Wearing no coat

No hat on his head And no scarf at his throat

"Be careful, be careful" The ice-boy's friends said,

"The cold is too bitter - it'll strike you quite dead!"

But the ice-boy smiled For the ice-boy knew It was not to the cold that his death would be due.

That summer he hid Down in the cellar Down with the rats, and the other damp-dwellers.

"Be careful, be careful," The ice-boy's friends cried.

"There's many a boy who in the cellar has died!"

But the ice-boy smiled For the ice-boy knew It was not to the cellar that his death would be due.

He went out next winter And stood on the lake

Smiling and laughing Over thin ice did he skate.

"Be careful, be careful," The ice-boy's friends said,

"Fall through the ice, and you'll soon be quite dead!"

But the ice-boy smiled, For the ice-boy knew It was not to the lake that his death would be due.

When Summer came 'round, He hid once again

With lizards and snakes did he now share his den.

"Be careful, be careful," The ice-boy's friends cried,

"There's many a boy who from snake-bite has died!"

But the ice-boy smiled For the ice-boy knew It was not to a snake that his death would be due.

He went out next winter, And climbed a tall tree

But then he slipped and he slid And he grazed his knee.

"Be careful, be careful," The ice-boy's friends said

"Fall from that tree, and you'll end up quite dead."

But the ice-boy smiled For the ice-boy knew It was not to a fall that his death would be due.

The summer came through As it had done before

And the ice-boy hid in the cellar once more.

"Be careful, be careful," The ice-boy's friends cried,

"If your house were to collapse, you'd be trapped there inside."

But the ice-boy smiled For the ice-boy knew It was not to his house that his death would be due

And so it continued, Year after year

And ever and always, The ice-boy was cheered.

He grew up a scholar A learned young man

And left for his studies To a foreign land.

And each year he was gone The ice-man's friends stayed Missing the ice-boy with whom they had played

But there came a time After some years When the ice-man returned to the home of his peers.

It was in deep Winter With snow falling fast When the ice-man returned to his fellows at last.

They moved to embrace him With whom they had played

But he shook his head, And stepped slowly away.

"Be careful, be careful," The ice-man now said,

"For it is by your hands that I shall be made dead."

But the ice-man's friends laughed For the ice-man's friends knew It is not to his friends that a man's death is due.

And so they embraced him And cried tears of joy

For oh, how they'd missed their beloved ice-boy!

But the ice-man wept For the ice-man knew That it was to his friends that his death would be due.

And then they stepped back All in a muddle

For where their friend had once stood There was now naught but a puddle

And then they wept For then they knew It was to them that his death had been due.

And thus did they learn The fate of their friend

But they learnt it too late To avoid his end.

But you are not they, And you need not weep; You need only smile, and one thought with you keep:

As long as there's cold And the North wind blows

There's always a reason that people say "No."

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