Old Jack Frost
Old Jack frost decided to come last night
He pulled the cold north wind over his shoulder
And dragged his blanket across the prairie plain
Whatever he touched he left a touch of frost
Old Jack frost left no plant untouched.
In the early morning light
He picked up his blanket
Leaving as quickly as he came.
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