Jacky Frost

    Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,       Came in the night;     Left the meadows that he crossed       All gleaming white.     Painted with his silver brush       Every window-pane;     Kissed the leaves and made them blush,       Blush and blush again.     Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,       Crept around the house,     Sly as a silver fox,       Still as a mouse.     Out little Jenny came,       Blushing like a rose;     Up jumped Jacky Frost,       And pinched her little nose.