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Oh, there is a little artist Who paints in the cold night hours Pictures for little children Of wondrous trees and flowers! Pictures of snow-white mountains Touching the snow-white sky; Pictures of distant oceans Where pretty ships sail by. Pictures of rushing rivers By fairy bridges spanned; Bits of beautiful landscape Copied from elfin land. The moon is the lamp he paints by; His canvas the window pane; His brush is a frozen snowflake; Jack Frost the artist's name. |