86 Bird Day Book 



LADY OCTOBER 



LITTLE brown lady, 

 Come put on your gold! 

 The woodlands are burning, 

 Strange stories are told 

 Of rainbows for crescents 

 And moonlight to show 

 The hills as they glisten, 

 The tides as they flow. 



Little brown lady, 

 Come out with your smile 

 Of saffron and scarlet 

 In gay autumn style! 

 The hours were so happy 

 When sweet summer spun; 

 Come, lady of autumn 

 And dance in the sun ! 



Little brown lady. 

 They said you were sad ; 

 Come put on your bonnet 

 And turn them all mad ! 

 They'll then see your splendor, 

 They'll know then the truth, 

 That still in life's ember 

 Burns beautiful youth. 



Little brown lady. 

 Come don your red sash. 

 With the moon for a buckle. 

 The bright stars to flash ! 

 The frost on the cobwebs. 

 Like jewels in your hair. 

 And, ah, the bright purple 

 That dreams in the air! 

 — The Bentztown Bard. 



