Autumn Means Winter
It's the time of year when the sun begins to turn down,
The leaves start turning, they fall then they're blown.
Each day is shorter, each night a little long,
Quite soon at midnight we'll hear the midday bird song.
The evenings are cooler, the mornings quite chill,
It won't be long before the temperature's at nill.
I used to get depressed at autumnal time of year,
Not because I don't like the fall, but because winter is getting near.
But I have learnt a way from all my hibernating fear
Is to find a new job each autumn in the other hemisphere.
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