JACKY FROST.

Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,

Came in the night;

Left the meadows that he crossed

All gleaming white.

Painted with his silver brush

Every window-pane;

Kissed the leaves and made them blush,

Blush and blush again.

Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,

Crept around the house,

Sly as a silver fox,

Still as a mouse.

Out little Jenny came,

Blushing like a rose;

Up jumped Jacky Frost,

And pinched her little nose.