Mr. Frost was a hungry fella
he bit tomato plants and cabbage heads.
Most of what I had planted, left
is now laying in my garden of dead!
He took a bite off of Mr. Pumpkin head!
And Miss Cabbage head I now see!
Now I won't have the dinner I planned tonight
of cabbage, potatoes and some peas!
Next year I'll see I plant some extra
so when Mr. Frost comes here to dine.
He can have all I'll leave for him to eat
because I'll already, have had mine!
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