Jack Frost

Frosty Papaver orientale

Jack Frost was in the garden

I saw him there at dawn

A’ dancing round the bushes

And prancing on the lawn.

He wore a cloak of silver,

A hat all shimmering white,

A wand of glittering star-dust,

And shoes of moonbeam light.


He shook his silver dust

Upon the tallest trees

He painted pretty pictures

On every pane you see.

He turned the grass and bushes

From green to sparkling white

And all the garden’s puddles

From mud to fairy ice.


Based upon the poem by John P. Smeeton

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