A carrot to serve for cigar.

His eyes, his hair, and his beard,

They paint as black as my shoe

With burnt stick, but they spoil his nose,

For they stick it rather askew.

Then what do you think? For a cockshot

They take him; they pelt him and hit;

They knock of the snowman's ears and nose,

But he does not mind it a bit.

Hurrah! for the good thick ice.

Oh! isn't it jolly? They slide,

They skate, and in sleighs so fine they go,

And swift as the wind they glide.

King Winter laughs at the sport,

Cries "Bravo!" and claps his hands,

And calling in haste for his man, Jack Frost,

He gives him these commands:

"Go see the papas and mammas,

And bring me word what they say:

Have the children been good and well behaved,

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