LEAVES AT PLAY.
Reading edition
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 kicks 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!"