�����Frozen fingers, frozen toes. Frozen ears and frozen nose. Through my window, bolted tight.Jack Frost comes at dead of night.Every son and every daughter sees his face in frozen water.Bicycles, his fingers are.Jack Frost sneaks to doze a job.If you look down,or if you don't,makes no difference cause he won't.Stop his work at any cost.That's becausehis name's Jack Frost.*
