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!

xoxo