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Thread #150513   Message #3507482
Posted By: Joe Offer
23-Apr-13 - 02:45 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Little Jackie Frost
Subject: ADD: Little Jacky Frost
This isn't the right one, either, but I thought I'd add it:

JACKY FROST
(poem by Laura E. Richards, music by Eleanor Smith)

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 our little Jenny came,
Blushing like a rose;
Up jumped Jacky Frost,
And pinched her little nose.

Source: http://www.mcclenaghan.info/jacky%20frost.html

The song appears in "The Common School Book of Vocal Music" by Eleanor Smith, and is over a hundred years old.

And some more from an archive of a dead page, http://www.earlyliterature.ecsd.net/jack_frost.htm

Jack Frost

Jack Frost is a fairy small.
I'm sure he is out today.
He nipped my nose.
And pinched my toes.
When I went out to play.

Jack Frost

Who comes creeping in the night
When the moon is clear and bright?
Who paints the tree leaves red and gold
When the autumn days turn cold?
Up the hill and down he goes
In and out the brown corn rows
Making music crackling sweet,
With his little frosty feet:
Jack Frost!

When Jack Frost Comes

When Jack Frost comes -
Oh the fun!
He plays pranks on everyone.
He'll pinch your nose,
He'll bite your toes.
But where he lives -
Why nobody knows.
He paints upon the windowpanes,
Tin soldiers, bears
And choo-choo trains.
He nips the leaves
From off the trees,
This little man whom no one sees.

The Brook and Jack Frost

A pretty brook was running at play
With little Jack Frost
On a cold winter's day.
It stopped to rest
At the foot of a hill.
Making a pond all quiet and still.
"Aha!" said Jack,
"Now isn't that nice?"
And quickly he turned
The water to ice.

My Nose

Where did you get that little red nose?
Jack Frost kissed it, I suppose.
He kissed it once, he kissed it twice,
Poor little nose, it's as cold as ice.

Who's There?

Jack Frost rapped on the windowpane
And knocked on the door
With his icicle cane.
"Excuse me," I said.
"The door is shut tight.
I'd rather you did not come in tonight."
So he wrote his name
All over the glass
And I knew Jack Frost
Was the one to pass.

Jack Frost

Who comes creeping
In the night?
When the moon
Is clear and bright?
Who paints the tree leaves
Red and gold
When the autumn days
Turn cold?
Up the hill and down he goes
In and out the gold grain rows
Making music crackling sweet,
With his little frosty feet,
Jack Frost!

A Riddle

Somebody's been in the garden
Nipping the blossoms fair;
All the green gardens are darkened;
Who do you think was there?