Last day of winter, before spring sets in...
One last playdate with little Jack Frost.
Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!|
Hes after our fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.
Across the grass
Hell merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white.
Then home he will go
And laugh ho, ho ho!
What fun I have had in the night.