"Come said the wind to
the leaves one day,
come o're the meadows
and we will play.
Put on your dresses
scarlet and gold,
For summer is gone
and the days grow cold."
A nursery-ish rhyme from the 1800's. Sometimes, I am full of useless information. But this time I am okay with it.
the leaves one day,
come o're the meadows
and we will play.
Put on your dresses
scarlet and gold,
For summer is gone
and the days grow cold."
A nursery-ish rhyme from the 1800's. Sometimes, I am full of useless information. But this time I am okay with it.
