Fall Fancies

The farmer’s shocks are gathered in,

     The corn is on the floor;

The farmer too is shocked to see

     It didn’t pan out more.

The boy who dreads to take a bath

     Because it is not nice,

Is just the one to take his skates

     And try the thinnest ice.

The farmers now are ‘thrashing” out

     Their grain with might and main;

The small boy says, while looking on,

     “I’m glad I ain’t no grain”.

Now doth the little busy bee,

     Who worked while days were sunny,

Lay off with ease, with other bees,

     And eat his bread and honey.

Nov. 25, ‘05