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OLD JACK FROST
Old Jack Frost was a jolly little fellow
When the wintry winds begins to bellow
He flies like a little bird through the air
And he peaks through the little cracks everywhere
He pinch little children on their noses
He pinch little children on their toes
He pinch little children of their ear
Draw from their eye a big round tear
He makes little girls cry, "oh, oh, oh"
He makes little boys shout, "Ho, ho, ho"
Then we kindle up a great big fire
Old Jack Frost is bound to retire
Up through the chimney goes the jolly little fellow
All the children shouts for joy
He makes little girls cry, "oh, oh, oh"
He makes little boys shout, "Ho, ho, ho"
@kids @seasonal
recorded by Sarah Ogan Gunning
filename[ JACKFRST
SF
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
Old Jack Frost was a jolly little fellow
When the wintry winds begins to bellow
He flies like a little bird through the air
And he peaks through the little cracks everywhere
He pinch little children on their noses
He pinch little children on their toes
He pinch little children of their ear
Draw from their eye a big round tear
He makes little girls cry, "oh, oh, oh"
He makes little boys shout, "Ho, ho, ho"
Then we kindle up a great big fire
Old Jack Frost is bound to retire
Up through the chimney goes the jolly little fellow
All the children shouts for joy
He makes little girls cry, "oh, oh, oh"
He makes little boys shout, "Ho, ho, ho"
@kids @seasonal
recorded by Sarah Ogan Gunning
filename[ JACKFRST
SF
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
