When Jack Comes To Play
When the days begin to grow shorter,
and the sky becomes dreary and gray.
When the nights turn darker and colder,
you know that Jack Frost has come to play.
When birds fly south to warmer places,
we pull our heavy coats out to stay.
Snowflakes fall and the ponds ice over,
you know that Jack Frost has come to play.
When crystals form on barren branches,
the cold north wind makes them creak and sway.
If your old bones feel so much older,
you know that Jack Frost has come to play.
His breath will turn the green grass to brown,
his touch has flowers wilting away.
His dark shadow sends hoarfrost creeping,
you know that Jack Frost has come to play.
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