The water's gushing, endlessly,
The tap must be on, full,
To send this water rushing forth,
E'er fresh and ever cool.
And yet this force, which is so great,
Can have a greater flow,
When temperatures reach high degrees
It moves, this H2O.
For this is but a trickle small,
Of what can be achieved,
For in full flow, it really is
A sight to be perceived.
Watch water flow from underneath,
Or from the sky above,
Whate'er the way, one thing I know,
You're sure to fall in love.
Apparel warm is needed there,
Show only eyes and nose,
That fridge like atmosphere ensures
Nothing will decompose.
The stalactitic icicles,
Suspended everywhere,
But there's a freshness all around,
In that crisp winter's air.
It was a cold and chilly morn,
At 'thirty two, below',
But this is such an awesome place,
Niagara, in the snow.
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