The last of October We lock the garden gate. The flowers alive all withered That used to stand straight. The last of October We put the swings away And the porch looks deserted Where we like to play. The last of October The birds have all flown, The screens are in the attic, The sand pile's all gone; Everything is put away Before it starts to snow--- Bonuses Copyright (c) 2009 Digi Scrap Kits.