There once was a family Weiss
Who thought it would be very nice
To climb really high
And mingle with sky
And glide through a palace of ice.
So onto a cog rail they leapt
And up a great mountain they crept
Through tunnels and tines
And mystical pines
Whose secrets of time are well kept.
The Weisses were glad to arrive
And exit their vertical drive.
They sped like a streak
To sled on the peak,
They never had felt so alive!
From there wended Family Weiss
To slide through the Palace of Ice
Where sculptures galore
Emerge from the floor.
A penguin would cheer, 'Paradise! '
The Weisses repaired to the lifts
To go where the snow ever drifts
And to their delight
Arrayed for their sight—
The heaven of temporal gifts!
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