'Tis Autumn

Old Father Time checked, so there'd be no doubt Called on the north wind to come on out Then cupped his hands, so proudly to shout "La-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn!" The trees say they're tired--they bore too much fruit Charmed all the wayside--there's no dispute Now shedding leaves--they don't give a hoot La-de-da, de-da-de-dum, 'tis Autumn! Then the birds got together To chirp about the weather After makin' their decision With birdie-like precision Turned about and made a bee-line to the south Oh, holding you close is really no crime Ask the birds, the trees, and Old Father Time It's just to help the mercury climb La-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn Old Father Time checked, so there'd be no doubt Called on the north wind to come on out Then cupped his hands, so proudly to shout "La-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn!" Then the birds got together To chirp about the weather After makin' their decision With birdie-like precision Turned about and made a bee-line to the south Oh, holding you close is really no crime Ask the birds, the trees, and Old Father Time It's just to help the mercury climb La-de-da, de-da-de-da, 'tis Autumn! 'Tis Autumn!