JACK FROST.
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Jack Frost, he is with us again; He comes every winter, you know: But we're hardy and bold, And we don't mind the cold, And we welcome the ice and the snow. Jack Frost plays a rough sort of game With the children wherever he goes: He pinches their cheeks; Their noses he tweaks; And he treads on their ten little toes. Jack Frost makes the ground rather hard: But with thick boots we clatter about; And we run till our breath Puffs away like a wreath Of white steam from the teakettle's spout. Jack Frost lays his hand on the pond, And turns it to glittering ice; Then the skaters they glide, And the sliders they slide: Think of that, Charley; isn't it nice! Jack Frost, he is sure to be found Where the sleigh-bells are tinkling clear; As the horses, so strong, Canter gayly along, While the lads give a shout and a cheer. Jack Frost, then, you're welcome again; Of pleasures you bring us a store: But be mild as you can, Oh, you fierce little man! When you visit the feeble and poor.
George Bennett.
