Antartic Springs

I sold all my junk When I was broke To slunk Where to I joked Who knew? I picked Antarctic To get that ice Drastic? I guess High price Oh yes. I brought my ice pick And a large pail Got sick By plane Then sailed In rain After a long time I made it there Then climbed A hill And beard The chill I chopped with my tools Put in the pot Ice jewels Though quit When got Frost bit For this golden ice Will make me rich Suffice To say This niche Did pay My Antarctic Springs Company did Sure bring Renown Amid The town With pure h2o Plus ice cold beer They know That mine Is clear Devine Yes, that vintage freeze Is apropos Though geez It’s cold That snow Is gold!