Winter's story

Listen my children for you will hear,

The story of jack frost nipping at you ear.

Feel not with your nose,

But with your ears.

As the wind blows,

Listen my dears.

A simple fellow he is known to be,

For he mingles with winter's frosty breeze.

Some people call him the king of snow,

But others just call him winter's magic foe.

He is not evil or nice indeed,

For he is simple but very hard to please.

As he opens his mouth out comes the snow,

Falling on our houses way down below.

Freezing and chilling all we know,

Winter's magical beauty has begun to show

The End

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