"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."
Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering one and all.
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the soft little songs they knew.
Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went;
Winter had called them, and they were content;
Soon fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.
The cold weather makes us dance into the house pretty quickly these days! It's so much nicer to be working in the busy kitchen amongst boiling kettles of soup than it would be to join the leaves in their twirling in the breeze~