The rods are the only thing.

"Oh dear mamma," cries Jenny,

"Johnny's been good, and so have I!

Pray tell Jack Frost we don't want the rod,

Oh! do ask him to put it by."

Mamma smiles on her darlings,

They run to her, kiss her, and say:

"How long do you think will it be, Mamma,

Ere King Winter goes away?"

"He will lay upon Baby's cradle

The snowdrops that early come forth;

And then, my dears, he will bid us good bye

And go back to his home in the North."

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