The leaves had a wonderful frolic,
They danced to the wind;'s loud song.
They whirled,and they floated,and scampered,
They circled and flew along.
The moon saw the little leaves dancing
Each looked like a small brown bird,
The man in the moon smiled and listened,
And this is the song he heard:
The North wind is calling,is calling,
And we must whirl round and round,
And then when our dancing is ended
We lie with no writing or call.
