The Little Leaves

"Come little leaves," said the wind one day.
"Come over the meadow with me and play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
Summer has gone and the days grow cold."

Soon the little leaves heard the wind's loud call.
Down they came fluttering one and all.
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the soft little song they knew.

"Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long.
Little brook will sing you a farewell song.
Say you are sorry to see us go.
Oh, you are sorry, right well we know.

"Dear little lambs in your fleecy fold,
Mother will keep you from harm and cold.
Fondly we watch through vale and glade;
Say you will dream of our loving shade."

So dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them and they were content.
Soon fast asleep in their heavenly beds
The snow laid a blanket over their heads.

(Written before 1920 Author unknown)