The moon saw the little leaves dancing, each looked like a small brown bird.
The man in the moon smiled and listened, and this is the song he heard. The North Wind is calling, and we must whirl round and round, then, when our dancing is ended, We'll make a warm quilt for the ground.
When the goldenrod is yellow, and leaves are turning brown - Reluctantly the summer goes in a cloud of thistledown. When squirrels are harvesting and birds in flight appear - By these autumn signs we know September days are here.



