It was many an icy ol’ year ago,
In an industrial kingdom,
That you were unforgivably lost in snow
To that tyrannous big C symptom;
Merely a descending lost memory
You were my unearned income

I was but a child on that fall morning,
In that industrial kingdom,
When I knew not the gravity of death,
When your heart lost its sacred rhythm----
When you became all I would forever know;
My Ice King who is a riddle