

The maples flare among the spruces
The bursting foxgrape spill its juices
The gentians lift their sapphire fringes
On roadways rich with golden tinges
The waddling woodchucks fill their hampers
The deermouse run, the chipmunk scampers
The squirrels scurry, never stopping
For all they hear are apples dropping
And walnuts plumping fast and faster
The bee weighs down the purple aster
Yes, hive your honey, little hummer
The woods are wavering, "Farewell Summer!"
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