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WINTER IS KING
By Ray Miller

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A southern sun slow in its rising
Gives us the word and not surprising
Autumn is gone and was short indeed
Here comes winter on his snow white steed

Winter is king on a white crystal throne
He rules in cold magic and all along
He wares a sword-an icicle of white
And sleeps beneath frosty blankets at night

He rules in the mountain-patrols the plains
And brushes the tree tops with freezing rain
He coats the tin roofs-chimneys and drains
And paints a white lily on each window pane

He's sneeky and peeky so cover your head
And wait for the day light to get out of bed
Tip toe to your window and lick off some frost
Then hope that just maybe he's gone and got lost
-Ray Miller