Now's the time when children's noses All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me think of orchard places Where the juicy apples grow, And tomatoes in a row. And to-day the hardened sinner Never could be late for dinner, But will jump up to the table Just as soon as he is able, Ask for three times hot roast mutton -- Oh! the shocking little glutton. Come then, find your ball and racket, Pop into your winter jacket, With the lovely bear-skin lining. While the sun is brightly shining, Let us run and play together And just love the autumn weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO WILLIAM SIMPSON OF OCHILTREE by ROBERT BURNS ODE [ON THE POETS] by JOHN KEATS HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: THE MARSHES OF GLYNN by SIDNEY LANIER RENCONTRE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 1 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH REINCARNATION by J. R. I. BROOKE EPOGRAM; LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW AT THE KING'S ARMS, DUMFRIES by ROBERT BURNS |