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Show JACK FROST. Iliv Frank Walcott IIutt.1 When wisher days shorten, a bright little fellow Com- down from the north to be rlay- mate of mine; And all the long nights he weaves many a spell. O, And draws on the window-pane many a sign. Some say lie is saucy, and call him a brownie, And 1 id us beware of our fingers and toes; . But wrapped in his ermine-like furs, soft and downy, He's always good-natured, wherever he goes. It's onlv a ioke when he pinches our nose.s c.tpirs about till we shiver and shake; lie la ug as when our cheeks bloom With winter's red roses. And thinks it huge tun when he keeps us awake. I n '-r have known him to dally or worry. Or iuh for a day or a moment he'd lost; lie ,-om-s in a flurry and goes in a hurry: He's surely none other than tiny Jack Frost. |