The leaves had a wonderful frolic, They danced to the wind's loud song, They whirled, and they floated, and scampered, They circled and flew along. The moon saw the little leaves dancing, Each looked like a small brown bird. The man in the moon smiled and listened, And this is the song he heard. The North Wind is calling, is calling, And we must whirl round and round, And when our dancing is ended We'll make a warm quilt for the ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CARGO MOVING TO GAZA (1988) by MARVIN BELL CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES |