The morns are meeker than they were The nuts are getting brown The berry's cheek is plumper The Rose is out of town. The Maple wears a gayer scarf The field a scarlet gown Lest I should be old fashioned I'll put a trinket on.
The morns are meeker than they were The nuts are getting brown The berry's cheek is plumper The Rose is out of town. The Maple wears a gayer scarf The field a scarlet gown Lest I should be old fashioned I'll put a trinket on.