Jack Frost
As winter comes and darkness falls
A man comes out to play
This man who we all call Jack Frost
He sleeps during the day
And when our curtains close at night
And our eyes shut for sleep
This man who we all call Jack Frost
He comes up from the deep
The moon shines brightly down on him
And shows him where to go
This man who we all call Jack Frost
Must leave before sun glow
A painter of great works of art
His brush strokes there to see
This man who we all call Jack Frost
Leaves sights for us to see
And as the morning sun comes up
And wakes our sleepy heads
This man who we all call Jack Frost
It’s now time for his bed
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