Oh, Jack Frost is a merry, merry elf;
And a merry, merry elf is he.
He calls for his coat,
And he calls for his brush,
And he calls for his paintpots one, two, three,
And he calls for his paintpots three.

He paints with glee on ev'ry window pane,
Things very, very fine to see
A mountain high
And a lake close by
And the branches on the tree, tree, tree,
And the branches on the tree.

Oh, Jack Frost plays so many, many tricks,
He is so very brash and bold.
He pinches the cheeks
And he tweaks the nose
And he turns us blue with c-c-cold,
And he turns us blue with cold.