You bring your frosty cold touch
Everywhere you go
All it takes is one wave of your hand
And the plants cease to grow

Plants look at you like icy cold death
Of this don't be mistaken
There's only one way to survive your touch
Inside they must be taken

He forms a white frosting
On the pumpkins by morning
His presence a prelude to winter
Of this you should take warning

He welcomes winter with great fanfare
On this you can be certain
Walking barefoot in the snow
His feet never hurtin'

Sometimes he'll make an appearance in spring
When flowers are starting to grow
Then with one icy look
He'll end the colorful show

Only one thing can stop him
End his frosty ways
His mortal enemy the sun
With it's warming rays