I'm sorry, Trees,
Your leaves have gone, and left you. But don't cry;
Don't shiver so. You're luckier than I!
When Summer's gone, and Fall's here stern and cool,
I have to go to school.
Don't tremble, Trees!
You shouldn't mind. I wish that I were you!
You don't have fractions, no, nor maps to do,
And no one tries to make trees keep a rule—
I have to go to school!