The Summer's sun has flitted away fast
the leaves on the trees are falling,
First one, then the last
An election year has come and gone two men raced and one man won
A sprinkling of snow is on the mountain tops
All the farmers are rounding up their crops
Soon winter will be here, thoughts of cocoa, and Christmas, cookies, will be in our mind, transitions of seasons, of leaders and time all important, and none cost us a dime.