Jack Frost was in the garden
I saw him there at dawn
A’ dancing round the bushes
And prancing on the lawn.
He wore a cloak of silver,
A hat all shimmering white,
A wand of glittering star-dust,
And shoes of moonbeam light.
--Based upon the poem by John P. Smeeton
Spoken:
He shook his silver dust
Upon the tallest trees
He painted pretty pictures
On every pane you see.
He turned the grass and bushes
From green to sparkling white
And all the garden’s puddles
From mud to fairy ice.
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