Mr Jack Frost has shown his ugly head He seems to appear after we’ve gone to bed In the morning the fields are white and crisp It is not snow, that’s soft and warm No its Mr Frost come to perform
Watch your step when you go out Specially when Jack has been about You don’t want to slip n slide And then end up on your side
When the frost begins to melt You then remember how you felt The morning you woke and found the scene Of the ground so white, crisp and serene.