Classic Poem

When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree —
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard! —
The bird sings low as the bumblebee —
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard! —
The poor shote-pig he says, says he:
" When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree
There's enough for you and enough for me. " —
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.

For just two truant lads like we,
When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree
There's enough for you and enough for me —
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.

When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree —
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard! —
The mole digs out to peep and see —
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard! —
The dusk sags down, and the moon swings free,
There's a far, lorn call, " Pig- gee! Pig- gee! "
And two boys — glad enough for three. —
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.

For just two truant lads like we,
When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree
There's enough for you and enough for me —
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.