Jack Frost is more than a myth
Frosted ice
Lies silent in the night
A cool breeze floats
The moon hushed and bright
Suddenly ice breaks
A quiet figure rises
From the still water
Full of surprises
Beneath the ice
Poor Jack Frost
Forgot his past
His memories lost
His hair turned white
His eyes turned ice blue
The moon brought him back
Why, at first, he hasn't a clue
If you go outside
In the cold of winter
The air bites at your nose
So cold it seems it may splinter
Jack Frost turns the air cold
Causes snowflakes to fall
While in the frosty night air
Frosted trees stand tall
So if you ever wonder
About the cold of winter
Just remember that
Jack Frost may be more real
Than you believe
Much, much more