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"AUTUM1I JUBILEE"
.There's a hustle and a bustle in the woodland and the dale
And far across the meadow down along a mountain trail
Mother Nature is as busy as a hive of honey bees For she's dressing up the woodland for an autumn jubilee I heard the birds rehearsing a lovely seranade I saw the jolden rod in bloom, along the forest glade imtiacxxaauaiizK
I It will soon be Indian summer and the moon will change her glow 'She will make the whole world mellow just before December snow.
I could smell the sweet aroma from the fields of newmoan hay
I could hear the cattle loing-in the pastures oe'r the way I could hear my mother calling from the cottage by the hill
I could see a row of homemade pies upon the window sill 'I could see the shocks of fodder and the yellow pumpkins too
!Ghcwhat fond recollections these memories bring to you To me, Autumn is a season with a story to impart
?For it has a way, af playing on the strings of human hearts