There's a little frosty painter Who soon will come around To put a silver edging on The grasses on the ground, Upon the window pane he'll paint A fairy landscape, strange and quaint, And some cold morning you'll awake To find he's frosted Mother's cake.
Now can you guess who this little frosty painter is? Why, it's Jack Frost, the son of King Winter.
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