Jack Frost

Mitten your fingers and
bundle your ears.
Jack Frost is waiting
outdoors, my dears.

He'll kiss your small nose
and paint your cheeks red
And then sprinkle snowflakes
all over your head.

Cold is his kiss and
icy his laughter.
He whistles the wind
to blow colder and faster.

So bundle up warm
in your fur-lined clothes.
Jack Frost waits outside
with his icicle nose.