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Jack Frost was here last night I see,
He's left his mark on every tree,
He's left frost on our wooden gate,
He's iced the ponds, we now can skate.
Jack Frost was here, of that I'm sure;
I've frozen windows and back door,
He's left icicles hanging from every tree,
But it's a beautiful picture, you must agree.
The ducks can't swim now on the lake,
And some bread to them we'll have to take,
He's left behind a nice white coat -
Can you hear Jack laugh at his own joke?
Yes, Jack's around, can't you feel him bite?
He's hiding now, right out of sight.
He's left the children a slippery slide -
Where do you think Jack would hide?
Jack's no friend to tender plants -
Nor little birds, not even ants.
He's happy when he's freezing pipes.
His ice means we can't ride our bikes.
His icy fingers take their hold,
He makes our cheeks go red with cold.
Soon he'll be gone and we'll awake
To see ducks swimming on the lake.
Copyright 2006