Winter is coming 

The snow birds alight 

The boiler is running 

The geese are in flight 

 

 

 

The green is retreating 

The dew becomes snow 

The trees are afire 

As the pumpkins do glow 

 

 

 

Shorts become jeans 

As the temperature falls 

And the hunter wakes early 

To make his duck call 

 

 

 

It’s autumn in Michigan 

The best time of year 

Its not dead it’s sleeping 

We will live once again. 

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