I echo through ripples of a ponds water, but I do not echo through solids well. You often hear me in The pool as kids play.

nickname so sweet, it is a treat, but you must wait twelve months to eat

The colder it is, the more I will grow Posing a danger to witness below. Be careful around me, lest ye may die In a Christmas Story, I was Ralphie's lie

An animal lively and spry Has crossed too fast, now it lies A car left it dead, on the road, its blood spread Now a feast for the birds from the sky

I tear through the sky with aplomb When before the weather was calm With a great flash of light, And a boisterous fright I sound like I've set off a bomb