"Nay," said the Titan, "I grow old,
And, like poor TOM, I am a-cold!
Excel no more!"
"Beware the snow-encumbered branch!
Beware the whelming avalanche!"
"Thanks!" he replied. "I know, I know.
But—well, I rather like the snow!
Excel no more!"
"Lost in the snow! An easy death!
Gentle surcease of mortal breath!