Leaves At Play

By Frank Dempster Sherman

Scamper, little leaves, about
In the autumn sun;
I can hear the old Wind shout,
Laughing as you run,
And I haven’t any doubt
That he likes the fun.
When you’ve run a month or so,
Very tired you’ll get;
But the same old Wind, I know,
Will be laughing yet
When he tucks you in your snow
Downy coverlet
So, run on and have your play,
Romp with all your might;
Dance across the autumn day,
While the sun is bright.
Soon you’ll hear the old Wind say,
“Little leaves, Good-night!”

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