All winter long the dead man moaned
And waited for the thaw.
He strained to swing his trusty axe
And rubbed his knuckles raw.
The chasm stayed in ice all spring,
But June his arm broke free.
He blindly swung the sharpened blade
And sliced off half his knee.
He also lost a rubber boot
And two frostbitten toes.
But still he hacked away at ice
And shred his woolen clothes."
"I think the temperature has
dropped;
The chill's gone to my toes.
I'll duck inside the tent a sec
And throw on extra clothes."
Inside her sleeve she hides a spork;
The tent is short a stake.
She's ready for the lumberjack's
Return to Tupper Lake.
I can't have Gramps suspect I'm
scared
And sitting on a stake.
Exactly where and just how far
Away is Tupper Lake?
"It took him months to climb the walls;
The chasm never warmed.
A frown had frozen on his face
And through the woods he stormed.
Well, Rusty only wanted to
Reclaim his former life.
He thought about his fieldstone
hearth,
His even warmer wife.
