HICKORY nut and beechnut

Ripening in the sun;

Butternut and chestnut

Falling, one by one.

Frost is on the window-pane;

Leaves are turning brown;

Birds are seeking warmer climes

Ere the snow comes down.

 Boys and girls go nutting

As the days pass by;

Little squirrels watch them

From some covert, sly.

They may find a chance to steal

Something from the store

Of these merry girls and boys

Ere the harvest's o'er.

Winter days are coming;

They must have some food

Ready for the comfort

Of their tender brood.

So, when nuts are falling down

From the leafless tree,

They will rob the little ones,

Sly, but merrily.


Golden Days