The Autumn leaves are falling,
Are falling here and there.
They're falling through the atmosphere
And also through the air.
Anonymous.
IN THE NIGHT
The night was growing old
As she trudged through snow and sleet;
Her nose was long and cold,
And her shoes were full of feet.
Anonymous.
POOR BROTHER
How very sad it is to think
Our poor benighted brother
Should have his head upon one end,
His feet upon the other.
Anonymous.
THE BOY
Down through the snow-drifts in the street
With blustering joy he steers;
His rubber boots are full of feet
And his tippet full of ears.