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Anna E. Skinner

Old King Winter

Old King Winter's on his throne

In robes of ermine white;

The crown of jewels on his head

Now glitters bright with light.


The little flakes of snow and hail,

And tiny pearls of sleet,

Are with the wild winds dancing

All round his magic feet.


His beard is white, his cheeks are red,

His heart is filled with cheer;

His season's best some people say;

The best  of all the year.

— Anna E. Skinner