A DRAGONFLY
When the heat of the summer
Made drowsy the land,
A dragonfly came
And sat on my hand.
With its blue-jointed body,
And wings like spun glass,
It lit on my fingers
As though they were grass.
Eleanor Farjeon
AUTUMN IS HERE
Autumn is here my dear,
Put on your coat and hat.
Big bears begin their nap.
Brown leaves fall in your lap.
Autumn is here my dear,
Eat up your pumpkin pie.
Birds fly south in the sky.
Autumn is here my dear.
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