LEAVES AT PLAY 73 



The cold winter came with its snow and ice. 

 But it could not harm the little violets. 



Safe under the friendly leaves of the old oak, 

 they slept and dreamed happy dreams, until 

 the warm rains of spring came and waked them 

 again. 



LEAVES AT PLAY 



SCAMPER, little leaves, about 



In the autumn sun ; 

 I can hear the old Wind shout, 



Laughing as you run. 

 And I haven't any doubt 



That he likes the fun. 



