With her warm little finger,Gold Locks wroteOn the icy window-paneA note.“Make me a Christmas-tree,”It read;It was signed with a flourish,“Yours, Gold Head.”Then out came the sunlight’sSparkling ray;It melted the messageAll away.But the very next morning,Lo! behold!On the glass of the window,White and cold,Was a tapering fir-tree,Weighed with snow,Spire-like at the top,And broad below.Cried out little Gold Locks,“See, oh, see!Jack Frost has paintedMy Christmas-tree!”
With her warm little finger,Gold Locks wroteOn the icy window-paneA note.“Make me a Christmas-tree,”It read;It was signed with a flourish,“Yours, Gold Head.”Then out came the sunlight’sSparkling ray;It melted the messageAll away.But the very next morning,Lo! behold!On the glass of the window,White and cold,Was a tapering fir-tree,Weighed with snow,Spire-like at the top,And broad below.Cried out little Gold Locks,“See, oh, see!Jack Frost has paintedMy Christmas-tree!”
With her warm little finger,Gold Locks wroteOn the icy window-paneA note.
With her warm little finger,
Gold Locks wrote
On the icy window-pane
A note.
“Make me a Christmas-tree,”It read;It was signed with a flourish,“Yours, Gold Head.”
“Make me a Christmas-tree,”
It read;
It was signed with a flourish,
“Yours, Gold Head.”
Then out came the sunlight’sSparkling ray;It melted the messageAll away.
Then out came the sunlight’s
Sparkling ray;
It melted the message
All away.
But the very next morning,Lo! behold!On the glass of the window,White and cold,
But the very next morning,
Lo! behold!
On the glass of the window,
White and cold,
Was a tapering fir-tree,Weighed with snow,Spire-like at the top,And broad below.
Was a tapering fir-tree,
Weighed with snow,
Spire-like at the top,
And broad below.
Cried out little Gold Locks,“See, oh, see!Jack Frost has paintedMy Christmas-tree!”
Cried out little Gold Locks,
“See, oh, see!
Jack Frost has painted
My Christmas-tree!”
gil looking out window at birds