StNicholas [serial] . ie r«ae«e<d «xr?el ebfvsed wHta bis usudv! x^&i?lulh^oyi cckd oofc scsvpe d&re cx-wl© mobile®,«j ^ bow wow wow and a hw row row,b <&vit irbrsiir us. fe|l* ©|- I he, pMppy wow®. .S% w karr,! son I^ac^r a? BONFIRE SONG. By Annie Willis McCullough. In autumn, when the year is old,And when the leaves, all brown and gold,By careless winds whirled round and round,Lie thick upon the frosty ground; When all the world is crisp and cool,We hurry homeward after school,And pile the leaves up high and higherTo build a jolly, roaring fire. What fun to see it burn and glow!To heap
StNicholas [serial] . ie r«ae«e<d «xr?el ebfvsed wHta bis usudv! x^&i?lulh^oyi cckd oofc scsvpe d&re cx-wl© mobile®,«j ^ bow wow wow and a hw row row,b <&vit irbrsiir us. fe|l* ©|- I he, pMppy wow®. .S% w karr,! son I^ac^r a? BONFIRE SONG. By Annie Willis McCullough. In autumn, when the year is old,And when the leaves, all brown and gold,By careless winds whirled round and round,Lie thick upon the frosty ground; When all the world is crisp and cool,We hurry homeward after school,And pile the leaves up high and higherTo build a jolly, roaring fire. What fun to see it burn and glow!To heap on leaves, and puff, and blow;To let it smolder down, and thenAll quickly start it up again! To hear it crackle with the heat; To sniff the smoke that smells so sweet; Or sit, with elbows on our knees, And watch the flames dance in the breeze. Though some prefer to search the woodFor ripe brown nuts that taste so good;Though flying kite and playing ball,And setting traps are pleasures, all, This is the best of autumns fun,And lasts until November s done;I like to think her cold, dull daysAre brightened by our bonfires blaze. 69 GENERAL TOM THUMB. By Mary Shears Roberts. In Arthurs court Tom Thumb
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