Insect Intellect

All the leaves are browning, they'll fall before the snow Underneath they're ploughing, so all is sure t' regrow The insects get busy, they love this time of year Until they felt dizzy, like drunk on wine And beer Mother earth's in overdrive, now its work or die Nuts in dirt they hide, how they search to survive Autumn's the busiest time of year Lest not forget there's mountains to clear.