Autumn
I hear rain drops in the bleak September night
The autumn breeze is cool but slight
Frogs croak their final song 'till night is dawn,
And all my favorite things are gone.

Now I hear the rain drops pitter patter,
With all its clitter clatter and with the noise it gathers,
Brings in the chatter of the holidays.

And when the rain drops cease and mistletoe creeps
Only I will remember those good memories
Of red, orange, and yellow leaves,
That flew away so wildly, That's what Autumn is.