In your own quiet home
Something magic, mystic grows
Not anything at all domestic
Nor does it have a wink of rustic
Not in the bathroom or the garden
Nor is this burning mystery ardent
It is actually quite cold
So you can rule out musty mold
If you want to find the curious secret
Look inside your chilly freezer
Open up the chocolate safe
Where the creamy crystals race
They build up in the frosty darkness
They splash into the world without a mess
When listless eyes overlook the cartoon
That’s when the liquid jewels awaken
When at last the ice cream cave is opened wide
A year already has passed by
And on the chocolate slopes has grown
A crop of crystals all your own
Waxing Philosophical 