My name is Jack
I'm quite a lad
You'll never creep up behind my back
For I'm quieter and faster than your lovely dear old dad
As I spread my fingers wide
Ice crackles and freezes everything in sight
And all you will hear on such a night, is a gentle soft and sleepy sigh.
I love my job, it's fun for me you see
Turning the world white
Whilst mortals sleep warm and cosy in their beds
Outside in the starlight, the frosty, frozen trees
I like to think I'm an artist, painting as I go
White, blue and silver my perfect palette of choice
The wonderful colours of winter, I'm weaving to and fro
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