Down, down!
Down, down!
Yellow and brown
The leaves are falling
Over the town.
September
September is a time
Of beginning for all,
Beginning of school
Beginning of fall.
Autumn
The leaves are falling
One by one.
Summer’s over
School’s begun.
Come little leaves
“Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day,
“Come over the meadows with me and play:
Put on your dresses of red and gold –
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.”
A little elf
A little elf
Sat in a tree
Painting leaves
To throw at me.
Leaves of yellow
And leaves of red
Came tumbling down
About my head.
September
September means its time again
for going off to school.
The days are getting shorter
and the nights are getting cool.
October
October’s the month
When the smallest breeze
Gives us a shower
Of autumn leaves.
Bonfires and pumpkins,
Leaves sailing down –
October is red
And golden and brown.
October is fun
October leaves are lovely
They rustle when I run
Sometimes I make a heap
And jump in them for fun.
November
No shade, no shine,
No butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers,
No leaves, no birds,
November.
Autumn birds song
Over the housetops,
Over the trees,
Winging their way
In a stiff fall breeze.
A flock of birds
Is flying along
Southward, for winter,
Singing a song.
Singing a song
They all like to sing,
“We’ll see you again
When it’s spring, spring, spring.”
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