And a lovely sense of autumn seemed to warble in the air;
Boys with baskets selling peaches were vibratin’ everywhere,
While in the mellow distance folks were gettin’ in their corn,
And the biggest yellow punkins ever seen since you were born.
Now a gradual sensation emotioned this our Gale,
That he’d seldom seen so fine a man for cheek as Mr. Dale;
Yet simultaneous he felt that he was all the while
The biggest dude and cock-a-hoop within a hundred mile.
For the usual expression of his quite enormous eyes
Was that of two ripe gooseberries who’ve been decreed a prize;