Now's the time when children's noses <br />All become as red as roses <br />And the colour of their faces <br />Makes me think of orchard places <br />Where the juicy apples grow, <br />And tomatoes in a row. <br /> <br />And to-day the hardened sinner <br />Never could be late for dinner, <br />But will jump up to the table <br />Just as soon as he is able, <br />Ask for three times hot roast mutton-- <br />Oh! the shocking little glutton. <br /> <br />Come then, find your ball and racket, <br />Pop into your winter jacket, <br />With the lovely bear-skin lining. <br />While the sun is brightly shining, <br />Let us run and play together <br />And just love the autumn weather.<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-song-3/
