| Audio | Visual |
|---|---|
| Jack Frost By Gabriel Setoun. |
A drawing shows a four-pane window covered in frost. Shapes in the frost can be seen, showing snowflakes, trees, and a castle. |
| The door was shut, as doors should be, Before you went to bed last night; Yet Jack Frost has gotten in, you see And left your window silver white. He must have waited til you slept; And not a single word he spoke, But penciled over the panes and crept Away again before you woke. |
A boy sleeps in bed. Frost forms on the window nearby. |
| And now you cannot see the trees Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane; But there are fairer things than these His fingers traced on every pane. Rocks and castles, towering high; Hills and dales and streams and fields; And knights in armor riding by, With nodding plumes and shining shields. |
Mountains, a castle, and a knight in armor appear in the frosty window. |
| And here are little boats, and there Big ships with sails spread to the breeze; And yonder, palm trees waving fair On islands set in silver seas. |
A new ocean scene appears in the frost. |
| And butterflies with gauzy wings; And herds of cows and flocks of sheep; And fruit and flowers and all the things You see when you are sound asleep. |
The frost changes to show a field full of living things. |
| For creeping softly underneath The door when all the lights are out, Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe And knows the things you think about. He paints them on the window-pane In fairy lines with frozen steam; And when you wake, you see again The lovely things you saw in dream. THE END |
Jack Frost blows on the window. He paints pictures with his finger. |