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when I was at colligate infants we learnt a poem and it began Look out, look out Jack Frost is about he,s after your fingers and toes ..... can,t remember any more, can any body help. When it was a frosty morning the teacher made the class resite it Another one was,,,, I was a bird in the top of a tree,, ,this is the song he was singing to me,,, god loves us all in a wonderful way,, be happy ,,,be happy today, how many of you ex colligate young at hearts can remember that one. such innocent days, Christ that takes me back.

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Look out! Look out!

Jack Frost is about!

He’s after our fingers and toes;

And, all through the night,

The jolly little sprite

Is working where nobody knows.

He’ll climb each tree,

So nimble is he,

His silvery powder he’ll shake;

To windows he’ll creep,

And while we’re asleep,

Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.

Across the grass

He’ll merrily pass,

And change all its greenness to white;

Then home he will go,

And laugh, “Ho! Ho! Ho!

What fun I have had in the night!”

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carni, you,v made my day, did you know it or did you look it up anyway cheers

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Jack Frost was in the garden;

I saw him there at dawn;
He was dancing round the bushes
And prancing on the lawn.
He had a cloak of silver,
A hat all shimm’ring white,
A wand of glittering star-dust,
And shoes of sunbeam light.

Jack Frost was in the garden,
When I went out to play
He nipped my toes and fingers
And quickly ran away.
I chased him round the wood-shed,
But, oh! I’m sad to say
That though I chased him everywhere
He simply wouldn’t stay.

Jack Frost was in the garden:
But now I’d like to know
Where I can find him hiding;
I’ve hunted high and low-
I’ve lost his cloak of silver,
His hat all shimm’ring white,
His wand of glittering star-dust,
His shoes of sunbeam light.

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#5 But in Mondays Child rhyme, the child that is born on the Sabbath day is still bonny and blithe and good and gay. So the pc brigade haven't discovered a word that rhymes with day for that one yet! :jumping:

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ivor thrist what a cracking little poem put a smile on my face too

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