THE GARDEN IS SO PRETTY IN AUTUMN

Come, little leaves,

Said the wind one day;

Come to the meadows

With me and play.

Put on your dresses

Of red and gold;

For summer is past,

And the days grow cold.

Soon as the leaves

Heard the wind's loud call,

Down they came fluttering,

One and all.

Over the meadows

They danced and flew,

All singing the soft

Little songs they knew.

Dancing and flying,

The leaves went along,

Till Winter called them

To end their sweet song.

Soon, fast asleep

In their earthy beds,

The snow lay a coverlet

O'er their heads.

While I still spend all my time sleeping in the frying pan,

I seem to be getting better day by day.

I am so happy with all of your company

that I have been having in my pan...

how could I not get better:)

Love Miss Peach, a lucky happy cat>(^,^)<