Politeness Costs Nothing. Nothing, That Is, To

The Trees Are Indian Princes, But Soon They'll Turn To Ghosts; The Scanty Pears And Apples Hang Russet On The Bough; Its Autumn, Autumn, Autumn Late, 'twill Soon Be Winter Now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin Dear! And What Will This Poor Robin Do? For Pinching Days Are Near.

Bare Twigs In April Enhance Our Pleasure; We Know The Good Time Is Yet To Come.... Bare Twigs In Autumn Are Signs For Sadness; We Feel The Good Time Is Well-nigh Past.

I Believe In Success, And In Comfort No Less I Believe All The Rest Is But Patter.

Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead Than Any Sleep.

Autumn's The Mellow Time.