A Winters Tale

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.