LITTLE JACK FROST went up the hill,
Watching the stars and moon so still,
Watching the stars and moon so bright,
And laughing aloud with all his might.
Little Jack Frost ran down the hill,
Late in the night when the winds were still,
Late in the fall when the leaves came down,
Red and yellow and faded brown.
Little Jack Frost walked through the trees;
"Ah," sighed the flowers, "Good-bye little leaves! "
"Ah," sighed the grasses, "Jack Frost is nigh!"
Said Little Jack Frost, "Good-bye! Good-bye!"
Little Jack Frost tripped round and round,
Spreading white snow on the frozen ground,
Nipping the breezes, icing the streams,
Chilling the warmth of the sun's bright beams.
But when Dame Nature brought back the Spring,
Brought back the birds to chirp and sing,
Melted the snow and warmed the sky,
Little Jack Frost went pouting by.