Summer's getting old.

                               The weather's getting cold.

                        The cool breezes are beginning to blow.

            Falling are the leaves.

                             Closing is the pool.

          The seasons are turning I know.

                               Shorter are the days.

                  Less time, the children will have to play.

                            Inside, they will have to stay.

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The Circle Game

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came
And go round and round and round in the circle game
etc., etc.

Lyrics by JM