“she fell in, she fell in!”
our eyes were wide,
“she fell in, the ice was thin, and she fell in!”
there was blood on the snow
le fwah , <(spelled wrong on purpose)
we stood in awe.
who would kill the young dame?
“i didn’t want the young thing to die, in fact i’d barely hurt a fly.
it was imperative
for me to live,
to preserve her in the glass, the icy glass
but she lost her life too fast!”
then it’s okay,
no time for sorrow or dismay
for a moment we’ll bow our heads and pray
then duties done,
resume the fun.