By Anonymous

Now, little children, you and I
Have walked beneath the autumn sky;
With old Jack Frost in wintry land
We’ve gone together hand in hand.
In spring we’ve plucked the daffodil
And buttercup on every hill;
And now in summer you and I
Must close the book and say goodbye

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