Hey fol-re-rol-day for Autumn!
The birch that was ever shy.
Stands—look!—in her yellow smock unbidden,
With scarcely a white, lank limb that’s hidden!
Green pines straddle towards the sky—
Hey fol-re-rol-day for Autumn!
But, just as the gaiety was at its height and the land full of noise, exactly as in the fairest days of summer ... there were two that mistook the time of year!
It was the cherry-tree for one and the strawberry-plant for another.
They felt the sun shining so very warm and saw how everything rejoiced. Then they forgot themselves and burst forth anew. Carefully, they opened their white flowers and shivered at once, for it was colder than they had thought.