5 December 2012
With a wave of his fingers And a shake of his toes The ice and the frost At his will do they grow!
He sways and he swings For the ice has a knack He is Mr. Frost But we know him as Jack.
His skin a pale blue His hair is snow white, He's often seen dancing Under winters moon light
When he crawls past your windows How the ice does spread! While all the while You are snug in you bed.
For when you are sleeping Jacks out and about, When the snow starts falling, Its Jack- no doubt!
Jack • Opuss № I