October Day

Ho, a chilly day!

Fall at her best

Summer’s been squeezed

Through a cider press.

On with your sweater

Come on—Let’s run

Till we’re finally warmed

By the autumn sun!

We’ll climb the pear tree

Gather them in

Baskets and buckets,

Boxes and bin.

Gather those pumpkins.

Carve us a “Jack”.

Cut golden sunflowers

Hang ‘em on the rack.

There’s soup for supper

With fresh hot bread.

Watch the orange moon rise

Then scurry off to bed.