| AUTUMN..by Ernest Hiram Pritchett |
| 'TIS AUTUMN THE LEAVES ARE FALLING AUTUMN IS HERE OLD MOTHER NATURE SAYS WINTER IS NEAR.. AND THE GROUND IS COVERED WITH GOLDEN LEAVES SHAKEN TO EARTH BY HEAVEN'S BREEZE 'TIS AUTUMN FROM TREE TO TREE THE SQUIRRELS ARE AT PLAY HARVESTING NUTS TO STORE AWAY THAT COTTONTAIL RABBIT IS JUMPIN' AROUND SEEKING A BED ON THE LEAF COVERED GROUND 'TIS AUTUMN THE DEER FINDING COMFORT FROM THE AUTUMN COLD AND DODGING THE HUNTERS AS THE NORTH WIND BLOWS THE NIGHTBIRD CALLS AT THE HARVEST MOON HE SINGS A SWEET SONG 'CAUSE HE'S LEAVING SOON.. 'TIS AUTUMN....... written by Ernest H. Pritchett copyrighted and protected |
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