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Jack Frost has a busy time then,

But he's helped and advised by the Queen,

That all may be right when the King goes forth,

And everything fit to be seen.

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That the King may have pleasant travel,

And no stone hurt his royal toe,

Her Majesty spreads all over the earth,

A carpet of downy snow.

Fine mirrors the King delights in:

None are finer than Jack can make:

And in matchless sheets of crystal clear

He lays them on river and lake.

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The trees, all naked and drear,

He robes in the purest white,

And with icicles shining with rainbow hues,

He makes their branches bright.

And for want of buds and blossoms

To strew in his Majesty's way,

With magic flowers of his own device

He makes the windows gay.

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These wonders wrought in a single night

May well excite surprise;

Amazed is the sun when he gets up at dawn,

And he stares with all his eyes.

Then out come all the boys and girls,

Jack's handiwork to view,

And their noses and cheeks turn red with cold,

Some of them even turn blue.

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They pelt each other with snow,

Roll it up in a mighty ball,

And shout and laugh and scamper about,

And heels over head they fall.

They make a huge man of snow,

As grand as a Russian Czar,

A wooden sword in his hand, in his mouth,

A carrot to serve for cigar.

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His eyes, his hair, and his beard,

They paint as black as my shoe

With burnt stick, but they spoil his nose,

For they stick it rather askew.

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