There's a knock on the door
From cool October
Could someone please her in

Holding a bucket of leaves
Picked from colorful tress
All set for Falls decorating

For October she knows
November is close
With a sac on his back full of Winter

As she scurries about
Knowing times running out
It won't be long before he gets here

So she spreads all her leaves
With the greatest of ease
Giving the ground much need cover

For when November let's go with a laugh
Of his cold Winter sac
Saying goodbye to October