Little Jack Frost walked through the trees,
"Oh!" sighed the flowers, "we freeze, we freeze."
"Oh!" sighed the grasses, "we die, we die."
Said little Jack Frost, "Good-by, good-by."
But when the sun brought back the spring,
Brought back the birds to chirp and sing,
Melted the snow, and warmed the sky,
Then little Jack Frost went weeping by!
The flowers opened their eyes of blue,
Green buds peeped out and grasses grew;
It was so warm, and burned him so,
That little Jack Frost was glad to go.