Jacky Frost Came in the Night

Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,
Came in the night,
Left the meadows that he crossed
All gleaming white;

Painted with his silver brush
Every window pane;
Kissed the leaves and made them blush,
Blush and blush again.

Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost
Crept round the house
Sly as a silver fox,
Still as a mouse.

Out our little children came,
Blushing like roses,
Up jumped Jacky Frost,
And pinched their little noses.

Happy Winter!

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