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AUTUMN It’s autumn. All the leaves are falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
Falling , falling to the ground
It is autumn!
As they fall they twirl around,
Twirl around, twirl around.
Twirling, swirling to the ground.
It is autumn.
Lots of colours touch the ground,
Touch the ground, touch the ground.
Red and yellow, green and brown.
It is autumn!
Fall. Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
October brings the pheasant,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are wiring fast.
Rain. Rain on the green grass,
Rain on the tree.
Rain on the house-top
But not on me!
Rain, rain, go away!
Come again another day!
Autumn. This is a season when fruit is sweet,
This is a season when friends meet,
This is a season when leaves fall down
Red, orange, yellow, brown.
The song of seasons.Sing the song of seasons!
Something bright in all.
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall.
Mushrooms. Mushrooms, dear, don’t be afraid,
Don’t just hide there in the shade.
Come and stand in the sun
So I pick you one by one.
Autumn. Yellow, red and green and brown,
See, the little leaves come down.
Dancing, dancing in the breeze,
Falling, falling from the trees
Dance of the leaves. First they dance upon the trees,
Then they float on the breeze.
Then they gaily blow around,
Now they’re sleeping on the ground.
About rain… When the dew is on the grass
Rain will never come to pass.
A sunshiny showerWon’t last half an hour.
Rain, Wind and Snow.Rain, rain, April rain!
Bring the flowers back again,
Yellow cowslip, violet blue,
Butter-cups and daisies too.
Wind, wind! Autumn wind!
He the leafy trees has thinned,
Loudly hear him roar and shout;
Bar the door and keep him out.
Snow, snow, pure white snow!
O'er the fields thy covering throw.
Cover up the seed so warm
Through the winter safe from harm.
Rain, wind, snow, all three,
Each in turn shall welcome be,
Each and all in turn are sent
On the earth with good intend.
Rain, Rain. Rain, rain,
Go to Spain
Fair weather
Come again.
Little rain drops. Oh, where do you come from,
You little drops of rain,
Pitter- patter, pitter- patter,
Down the window-pane?
They won’t let me walk,
They won’t let me play,
And they won’t let me go
Out of doors at all to day.
They put away my playthings
Because I broke them all,
And then they locked up all my bricks,
And took away my ball.
Tell me little raindrops,
Is that the way you play ,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
All the rainy day?
They say I’m very naughty,
But I’ve nothing else to do
But sit here at the window;
I should like to play with you.
The little raindrops cannot speak,
But pitter-patter pat
Means "We can play on this side:
Why can’t you play on that?"
Please remember. Please to remember
The fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason, and plot
I know no reason
Why gunpowder and treason
Should ever be forgot.
In September, last July. One fine October morning
In September, last July
The moon lay thick upon the ground,
The snow shone in the sky.
The flowers were singing gaily
And the birds were in full bloom.
I went down to the cellar
To sweep the upstairs room.
This is the season. This is the season
When vegetables grow.
I come to the garden
And make water flow.
