Jack Frost By C.E. Pike
Look out! Look out! Jack Frost is about!
He’s after our fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The gay little sprite Is working where nobody knows.
He’ll climb each tree, So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he’ll shake.
To windows he’ll creep And while we’re asleep
Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.
Across the grass he’ll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white.
Then home he will go and laugh ho, ho ho!
What fun I have had in the night.