November, November, I’ll always remember Your brown leaves down All over the ground.
Your overcast skies With the hawk that cries. Squirrels all a twirl, Their nuts soon to burrow.
November, November, So far from September, With short days spun For a long run.
With twilight near And holidays to cheer. Soon snowflakes fall To the wonder of all.
November, November, So close to December. With all that’s dear That time of the year.
With frosty air And more to share. The end is near For the old year.