The fire burn bright and clear."

King Winter dwells in the North;

Far away in the Frozen Zone,

In a palace of snow he holds his court,

And sits on an icy throne.

He has cushions of course: his Queen

Made them out of her wedding gown.

Stuffing them well with snowflakes fine,

And soft as eiderdown.

The King has a trusty servant,

Jack Frost is his name; his nose

Is raspberry red, his beard is white,

And stiff as a crutch it grows.

Old Jack is a sturdy good fellow,

And serves their Majesties well;

He's here and he's there, and he's everywhere,

And does more than I can tell.

Each year, as the day comes round,

The king and his royal train

Set off on a tour through the wide wide world,

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