Jack Frost's Winter Dance

Jack Frost's Winter Dance

In Winter, Jack Frost weaves his silent spell,
And dances on the lake with happy glee.
His fingers point at window-pane and well,
And trace a pattern there for all to see.

He skips across the fields and over trees
And nips the hedgerow berries, red and brown,
He breathes cold air on everything he sees,
You always know when Jack Frost's been to town.

If any cottage door is found askew,
He leaves a chilly draught upon the stair,
He blows an icy blast down chimney flue,
To make you shiver in your cosy chair.

His dancing time is fleeting, so enjoy
This magical, enchanting, naughty boy!

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