The mornings now are darker
And there's a chill in the air
The harvest moon is shining
Signs of autumn are everywhere
There's berries ripe for picking
To make pie or jam or wine
Natures' bounty is at its' best
On tree and bush and vine
There's fungi in the undergrowth
But be careful which you pick
For if you choose the wrong one
It could surely make you sick
Now remember don't pick all you see
Just take what you need
'Cos birds and bugs and animals
Also need the nuts and seed
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