Tis the Season
The time is here
For the Season of cheer,
Such a cozy time of year
Leaves are turning green to red
After that the leaves will shed,
All the birds will soon have fled
Wind is blowing all around
Picking leaves up off the ground,
Putting them back where they were found
Smells of pastries and pumpkins in the air
Food and parties to prepare,
Tis The Season I declare.
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