As the days grow short, and the nights draw in
The signs are there, winter is about to begin
Leaves on the trees turn yellow then brown
Soon there is a carpet of them, on the ground
Sheep are growing their thick woolen coats
Farmers are busy harvesting, corn, wheat, and oats
Hay is baled, and stowed in the shed
Ready and waiting, for when the sheep and cattle need to be fed
Trees are falling to the axemen's blows
As firewood is gathered before it snows
The summer has been, but now it's gone
Autumn is here, and it will be winter before long

~Tango~

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