[AN AUTUMN RIDDLE]
They are seen on the trees,
They are seen on the ground,
They are seen in the air,
Whirling softly around;
They sing rustling songs
As our footsteps they hear,
And their name is well known,
For they come every year.
[LEAVES AT PLAY]
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.
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!"
—Frank Dempster Sherman.