The icicle hangs in the shade
With all its friends. It's got it made.
But do not be deceived by it--
It has a lightning, rapier wit
And when the opportunity
Presents itself for repartee,
I don't suggest you stand too close.
It's not remarkably verbose
But it will very calmly wait
To spindle, skewer, mutilate.
Look out below, is all I'll say.
The pointed answer's on its way...
The icicle--it's no one's fool.
Mordant, trenchant, very cool.
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