King Of The Ice

The audience sits spellbound
And they gaze with big, wide eyes
At the spectacle before them
On the smooth expanse of ice

Twisting, turning, dip and glide
Like a graceful bird in flight
And he alone commands their thoughts
For one hour of this night

As he moves around the ice
Making sparks fly when he stops
He can feel the admiration
Send his spirit to the top

The cheering at the end makes
Him feel good, and that is nice
For he is Toller Cranston
And he is King of the Ice.

© Fay Herridge


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