Black Squirrel
Black squirrel,
I hear a sound.
Tap, tap,
On the ground.
The nuts are tumbling, tumbling, all around.
Black squirrel,
No time to play.
Jack Frost is on his way.
The nuts are,
Gathering, gathering, all around.
Woodland Forest Friends
Squirrels scurry,
Rabbits hurry,
Ants hide
Food inside
Woodland friends, everywhere,
For long winter
Must prepare.
And just in time
They pile away their stock -
All without benefit
Of calendar or clock!
My Oak Tree
The oak tree just outside my door
Has its lovely leaves no more,
And now, I wonder, What's it for?
Not shade, nor home for birds to sing.
When leaves return, I'll welcome Spring!
The Farmer's Tree
Here is the tree with leaves so green.
Here are the apples that hang between.
When the wind blows the apples fall.
Here is a basket to gather them all.
The Leaves Are Falling Down
Down, Down
Down, down,
Yellow and brown,
The leaves are falling
All over town.
