As the sun disappears in the west
Jack Frost comes sneaking in to do his best
When the moon casts its ghostly glow
Everything glistens white like snow
Icicles hang down like chandeliers
Animals shiver, and shake with the cold, and their fears
The night is bitterly cold, and long
Hark the silence is broken, by a blackbirds song
Then the sun rises back in the east
Behold Jack Frosts work just melts away
In the warmth of the coming day

 ~Tango~