Last year, my friend CC began to amass a list of all her favorite fall songs–the ones that evoke nostalgia and longing. I love that game. This little verse doesn’t have any music, but it is printed in a song book “Songs from Around a Toadstool Table” and I think deserves to be added to anyone’s list of favorite fall songs. I thought I’d share it with you in case you agree:
An Autumn Play Day
Oh, Mother, may I go and play?
For all the world is playing;
The little leaves have run away,
And I can see them straying
In crimson shoes across the lawn,
Or practicing balleting.
The shadows play at hide-and-seek
Between the rows of stubble,
And every thistle stem has blown
A white and foamy bubble.
Around their holes the little moles
All play at blind man’s buffing;
The wind is turning somersaults
With panting and with puffing.
The chipmunks play a light croquet
And scamper through the thickets,
With partridge berries for their balls
And bended twigs for wickets.
A dozen squirrels with tails in curls
And feet both swift and nimble
Have found a little acorn cup
For playing hide the thimble.
Oh, I would run and join the fun
Without the least delaying;
Please, Mother, let me go and play,
For all the world is playing.