I saw a glass swan
Sitting on a glass lake
A step on that glass
My legs would quake

One look down,
I made the connection
What I saw
Was my own reflection

It was icy December
The snow was a' drifting
A solid ice layer,
The water was lifting

I turned 'round the swan
A beauty to see
All covered with ice
And frozen debris

A clue to the tale
Any detective would wonder
Subtle hints at design
A story was under

In that layer of ice
Two webbed feet in a vice

Glassy eyes admiring
A lovely swan's face
His own vain image,
This was the case

A sad lonely picture
Somber and Grey
So this was the price
That he had to pay

So much looking
Into the mirror
He wasted his life
Not seeing clearer
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