Of birch so supple and keen,
And daintily ties them up into rods
The finest that ever were seen.

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Soon with this word to the King
Jack Frost comes back at a trot:
"Good have most of the children been,
But some of them have not."

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The King gives him the pretty trees,
The Queen the rods so smart,
And away goes Jack again with his load,
Till every house has its part.

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Cakes, mince-pies nuts and apples,
Good children get from the King.
You can guess what the naughty get,
The rods are the only thing.

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