FROSTY EVENING
These evenings make me shiver
As I walk along the street
There's a sharp bite in the air
It's old Jack Frost that I meet
He's out glazing all the pavements
Deft of hand spangles shiny specks
Glittering icy particles
We know what happens next
A footstep made in the wrong place
And we go skating like a spinning wheel
You know that super feeling
When you are whizzing on your heel
Ear lobes begin to go numb
As the dancing air whips close
So nice when you get back home
Where it's snug and as cosy as toast
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