Jack

by David G Dickenson

Through the meadows crisp and white
Comes the prince of frosted light
Weaving circles freezing bright
Dancing in the cold moonlight

Painting patterns fridgid cold
With his wand so free and bold
Icing flowers around the ground
It all comes free for just a pound

Winter comes and winter goes
Where Jack goes nobody knows
He will return next year for sure
With his trademark white and pure

So keep your houses nice and warm
Free from Jack and his freezing form
Send him packing with heat and light
Back from he came last night
Brrrr...