Golden sparkling light is bursting through the trees
Russet reds and fiery orange adorn the autumnal leaves
Copper conkers and bright berries gleam through the glade
There is a song on the wind as it carries the colours like a serenade
It is this magical time of year that Little Hare holds so dear
For Nana Hare always knits him a new jumper to play in each year
Leaping and chasing leaves as they fly this way and that
But because of his long velvet ears he doesn’t need a hat!
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