The Snow Queen is coming soon!

Whistling and shouting with blustering glee,

North Wind comes rushing over housetop and tree,

Loud is his voice, a rough fellow he,

He’s a true friend, King Winter.

Winter, you’re boisterous but surely you know

We love the gifts you so freely bestow,

Ice for our skates, for coasting, the snow,

Thanks for your gifts, King Winter.

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The snowfields are white in the moonlight

The winds of the winter are chill,

But under the sheltering roof-tree

The fire shines ruddy and still.

You sit by the fire little children

Your cheeks they are ruddy and warm;

But out in the cold of the winter

Is many a shivering form.

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See the pretty snowflakes

Falling from the sky;

On the walls and housetops

Soft and thick they lie.

On the window ledges,

On the branches bare;

Now how fast they gather,

Filling all the air.

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Little Jack Frost went up the hill

Watching the stars and the moon so still,

Watching the stars and the 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 fell down,

Red and yellow and faded brown.

Little Jack Frost walked through the trees,

“Ah”, sighed the flowers, “we freeze, we freeze”

“Ah”, sighed the grasses, “we die, we die”

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.

The flowers opened their eyes of blue,

Green buds peeped out and grasses grew;

It was so warm and scorched him so,

Little Jack Frost was glad to go.

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All the earth is wrapped in snow,

Over the hills the cold winds blow,

Through the valleys down below

Whirls the blast.

All the mountain brooks are still,

Not a ripple from the hill,

For each tiny moving rill

Is frozen fast.