  When the pumpkins are so yellow And the vines with grapes abound, When the melons are so mellow And the nuts fall to the ground; When persimmons lose their bitters, And the apples are so red; When we love to eat corn fritters Since the roasting ears have fled; When vacation days are over And the children go to school, They no longer play in clover, But must learn "Arithmos-rule," When weird Hallowe'en's most naughty elves With gnomes and sprites appear, While fat Thanksgiving fills the shelves— |
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