"Don't miss the autumn's splendours," In tube and train we're told; Out walkers and week-enders, Campaigners of both genders To wood and weald and wold, Where leaves are lavish spenders And prodigal of gold! But toes that toast on fenders Are not to be cajoled; Home keepers and hearth tenders Will make no more surrenders To wet and mud and cold; Nor can dead leaves be menders Of hopes that summer sold. |