"Come, Little Leaves" by George Cooper
03/10/08 15:47 Filed in: Reading
Come, Little Leaves
by George Cooper
"Come, little leaves,"
Said the wind one day,
"Come to the meadows
With me and play;
Put on your dresses
Of red and gold,
For summer is past,
And the days grow cold."
Soon as the leaves
Heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering,
One and all.
Over the meadows
They danced and flew,
All singing the soft
Little songs they knew.