The mountain glittered like a ranglow,
Its forest beard lay at the Snish,
Its mouth was a black gaping Hogloo,
Its knowing eyes held something of mystery,
As it lay in wait of the tragedy ahead.

You must fear the Dreikloid my Imogen,
He has the look of ice,
And the touch of a chill,
You must always carry a florch,
And shine it into his eyes.

And on one icy day,
Imogen sat below the silknut,
A shadow was cast over her face,
It's the Dreikloid
Love at first sight
Imogen's father was mad,
He did not think this was alright.

She found him the safety of a Hogloo,
And made him a bed of snow,
She looked into his eyes of a cat,
And touched his head of blue flame.

When she returned in the morning,
The blue flames had gone out,
And his hands were no longer cold,
Her father had shone the florch in his eyes,
And his soul had left him alone.

Imogen wept, And the mountains glittered,
Its forest beard lay at the Snish,
Its knowing eyes held something of mystery,
As it moved on from the tragic past.