Yes, falling all around.

They flutter in all directions,

Then down…down…down.

The mornings are growing very cold,

So cold they make us shiver.

And each morning when we try,

‘Tis hard to crank the flivver.

Some one has been in the garden.

Who was it I pray?

Has Jack Frost been in my garden

And killed since yesterday?

We like to live in the country,

Out in the pure fresh air.

We love to see the pretty trees

And sky, so bright and fair.

The saucy squirrels are gathering nuts

Out in the beautiful wood.

Would you destroy them

If you could?

The little birds have left us.

Where they are, we do not know.

But they’ve left behind