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When you've run a month or so, 



Very tired you'll get ; 

 But the same old Wind, I know, . 



Will be laughing yet 

 When he tucks you in your snow, 



Downy coverlet. 



So run on and have your play, 

 Romp with all your might ; 



Dance across the autumn day, 

 While the sun is bright, 



Soon you'll hear the old Wind say, 

 " Little leaves, good-night ! " 



PRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN 



