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The Winter King [EPUB ebook] 

The sky is dull and grey,
Piercing and chill the blast,
Each step resounds on the frosty ground,
Winter is come at last.
Mamma sits by the fire
Her little ones round her knees.
‘How cosy we are, Mamma, ‘ they cry,
‘Tell us something, if you please.’
‘Tell us about King Winter,
And about Jack Frost, his man;
We’ll not be noisy or naughty at all,
But as good as ever we can.’
‘Well then;’ says mamma, ‘you, Jenny,
May knit and listen, my dear;
And Johnny may split up wood, to make
The fire burn bright and clear.’