Johnny is Frolic.

Johnny is Frolic. :




Ho! for a frolic!

Said Johnny the stout;

There’s coasting and sledding;

I’m going out!



Scarcely had Johnny

Plunged in the snow

When there came a complaint

Up from his toes



We’re cold, said the toes,

I and the rest ;

There are ten of us freezing,

Standing abreast.



Then up spoke an ear;

My! but it’s labour

Playing in winter.

Eh, Opposite neighbour?



Pooh! said his nose,

Angry and red;

Who wants to tingle?

Go home to bed!



Eight little fingers,

Four to a thumb,

All cried together,

Johnny, we’re numb!



But Johnny the stout

Wouldn’t listen a minute;

Never a snow-bank

But Johnny was in it.



Tumbling and jumping,

Shouting with glee,

Wading the snow-drifts

Up to his knee,



Soon he forgot them,

Fingers and toes,

Never once heeded

The ear and the nose.



Ah what a frolic!

All in a glow,

Johnny grew warmer

Out in the snow.



Often his breathing

Came with a joke;

Blaze away, Johnny!

I’ll do the smoke.



And I’ll do the fire,

Said Johnny the bold,

Fun is the fuel

For driving off cold.





























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