Ole Jack Frost

Lifted by the man in the moon,
From out of a watery tomb,
Gone and away his former life was tossed,
This is the tale of Ole Jack Frost.

As the year gets older,
And the days much colder,
The warmth of summer all but lost,
The season is coming for Ole Jack Frost.

The stars shining bright,
In the wintery night,
Light up the land all across,
For the work of Ole Jack Frost.

His magic cane covered in ice,
Bring snowy days that children find nice,
The chill in the air is the only cost,
When the time has come for Ole Jack Frost.

His heart and soul are filled with fun,
Which is the core of the frozen one,
Always out at night but never gets lost,
For that is the playground of Ole Jack Frost.

There are so many whom don't believe,
Even though the fruits of his work we all receive,
Without him the guardians of wonder would be at a loss,
And so would we all be without Ole Jack Frost!