"RIGHT ABOUT FACE."
Reading edition
BY MARY D. BRINE.
"Now, right about face!" September cries, "Right about face, and march!" cries she; "You, Summer, have had your day, and now, In spite of your sorrowful clouded brow, The children belong to me. "Come, fall into line, you girls and boys, Tanned and sunburned, merry and gay; Turn your backs to the woods and hills, The meadow ponds and the mountain rills, And march from them all away. "Are you loath, I wonder, to say farewell To the summer days and the summer skies? Ah! time flies fast; vacation is done; You've finished your season of frolic and fun; Now turn your tardy eyes "Toward your lessons and books, my dears. Why, where would our men and women be, If the children forever with Summer played? Come, right about face," September said, "And return to school with me."