Jack Frost

Jack Frost
by Ayjay
written in 1999

Jumping from tree to tree, he'll sprinkle his dust.
his silver dust, his icy dust!
Away in the night he'll give us a fright!
With his bag of dust, his silvery dust, his icy dust
he'll make lovely patterns.
Chattering, chittering children in bed
He'll laugh and laugh at what is said.
Kicking his trusty dust, his silvery dust, his icy dust,
his shining dust, his precious dust
Frosty mornings, no wonder it's frosty.
Jack Frost has been here! Look at the swirls
and curls he has made in the night.
Roses are not to be seen
And its all thanks to his dust ...
Which I am sure I have mentioned before!