  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 around the house, Sly as a silver fox, Still as a mouse. Out little Jenny came, Blushing like a rose; Up jumped Jacky Frost, And pinched her little nose. |
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