n the spring the Leaves come out And the little Poetlets sprout; Everywhere they may be seen, Each as Fresh as each is Green. Each hangs on through scorch and scoff Till the fall, when both “come off,” With this difference, be it said, That the leaves at least are Red. n the spring the Leaves come out And the little Poetlets sprout; Everywhere they may be seen, Each as Fresh as each is Green. Each hangs on through scorch and scoff Till the fall, when both “come off,” With this difference, be it said, That the leaves at least are Red. |