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Little Jack Frost went up the hill.

Watching the stars so cold and chill,

Watching the stars and the moon so bright.

And laughing aloud like a crazy wight.

Little Jack Frost ran down the hill,

Late in the night, when the winds were still,

Late in the fall, when the leaves fell down,

Red, and yellow, and faded brown.

Little Jack Frost walked through the trees,

‘Ah,’ sighed the flowers, ‘we freeze, we freeze!’

‘Ah,’ sighed the grasses, ‘we die, we die!’

Said little Jack Frost, ‘Good-bye, good-bye!’

Little Jack Frost tripped round and round.

Spreading white snow on the frozen ground;

Nipping the breezes, icing the streams,

And chilling the warmth of the sun’s bright beams.

Nobody saw him, still he was there.

Nose-biting, prank-playing, everywhere;

All through the houses, out in the street,

Capering wildly through storm and sleet.

But when Dame Nature brought back the spring,

Brought back the birds to chirp and sing.

Melted the snow and warmed the sky.

Little Jack Frost went pouting by.

The flowers opened their eyes of blue.

Green buds peeped out and grasses grew.

And it got so warm and scorched him so.

Little Jack Frost was glad to go.