A hard day's work has just been done
The harvest day in Autumn's sun
The corn is cut and lays in stacks
Their whiskered head all put in sacks
With apples picked off orchard's trees
And honey salvaged from the bees
There's mushrooms picked from out the woods
Our baskets bulge with Autumn's goods
I wipe the sweat from off my brow
Relieved the day is over now
And as the sun begins to gloam
I start to make my way back home
