Before it's time to go to bed,
Let's have a feast," October said,
"Let's call our family all together,
And celebrate this pleasant weather";
Then every leaf put on her best,
And each small shrub most richly dressed,
In red and gold and orange, too,
And many another party hue.
The party lasted day and night,
Until the leaves were tired quite,
"O Mother Dear," at last each said,
"It's time for us to go to bed;
Dear Mother Tree, good-night to you!"
Then loosed her hand and off it flew,
And every little sleepy head
Soon settled in the garden bed,
And dreamed the dreams that flowers do
And slept and slept the winter through.