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Old Jack Frost

    By Madison Julius Cawein



    Last night we were kept awake.
    Could n't sleep for Old Jack Frost;
    Wandering round like some old ghost.
    Gave the door an awful shake;
    Knocked against my bed's brass post.
    Last night we were kept awake.
    Could n't sleep he made such noise;
    Rapped and tapped and prowled around.
    Once he made a snapping sound
    Just like that of breaking toys.
    You'd been scared, too, I'll be bound.
    Could n't sleep he made such noise.
    All was dark and very still,
    When, right at the window, "bing,"
    Came a rap that made me sing,
    "Mother, I'm afraid!" until
    Mother fussed like everything.
    All was dark and very still.
    "Old Jack Frost is raising Ned.
    And to-morrow, wish to state,
    We'll get even sure as fate;
    Cure him of his tricks," she said;
    "Start a fire in the grate.
    Old Jack Frost is raising Ned."
    Then I heard my father's voice:
    "You just let Jack Frost alone.
    He's good friends, you should have known,
    With Old Santa. Little boys
    Are not scared of him, my son."
    Then I heard my father's voice.
    So I went to sleep again:
    Let him bang the furniture
    All he cared to. I was sure
    I'd get even; that was plain:
    Old Man Fire would be his cure,
    So I went to sleep again.
    Once he rattled at my mug
    Where was water: then he crept
    Round the room and softly stept
    Here and there upon the rug;
    Felt his breath, but I just slept.
    Once he rattled at my mug.
    Well, you should have seen the things
    That he painted on the panes
    When 't was morning: towns and trains;
    Flowers and fairies; ropes and rings;
    Stars and ribboned weather-vanes.
    Well, you should have seen the things!
    I just shouted when I saw.
    Called to father:"Just look here!
    Old Jack Frost is such a dear!
    Wish he'd show me how to draw.
    I'd be good for one whole year."
    I just shouted when I saw.



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