All the trees are blazing madly
all the fields are shucked and shorn

all the orchard fruit is gathered

all the cribs are stuffed with corn

steaming cobs and roasting wieners

and a sing-song in the bonfire’s glow

as the fall-queen takes her dazzling
cloak and custom wraps Ontario

WILLIAM BEDFORD

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