Underneath the azure sky.
Laughs the brook to hear the clamor;
Chirps the Sparrow, gay and brown
"Welcome! Welcome, everybody!
Jolly place, this Squirrel Town."
Honey-bees the fields are roaming;
Daisies nod and lilies blow;
Soon Jack Frost—the saucy fellow—
Hurrying, will come, I know.
Crimson leaves will light the woodland;