Frosty Pleads His Case
If you prick me, though I may not bleed—
Do you imagine that I do not have need
Of love and kindness and dignity?
I bid you, good sirs, grant me charity—
Though my cold heart does not beat,
Though my skin may melt from heat,
I know that I still have a soul—
I feel it deep in my snowy bones.
I’m not quite human it is true,
I may not be the same as you—
But upon my life I must insist,
That I’ve equal measure to exist.
By the very God that made you,
Grant me mercy, this I pray you,
If it be within your power to give–
I beg you, kind sirs, please let me live.
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