Jack Frost:
Though the wrong road we have taken,
In that surely you’re mistaken;
Even summers charm is lost,
But I’m the only Jack—Jack Frost.
[Witch taps with her cane, enter Jack-be-Nimble with candlestick.]
Jack-be-Nimble:
I’m Jack-be-Nimble, I have to be quick
When I jump over my candlestick;
I’m most as nimble as a rabbit,