Here's the start to another month
Wonder what it will bring
Will it be a time of mellow fruitfulness
And will all the birds still sing
Swifts and swallows are on their way
Off to warmer climes
How they navigate, I don't know
Maybe a map deep in their minds
The weathers been quite damp and mild
Just right for fungi to appear
There's lots of different ones you know
Some of them are edible, others you must fear
Lots of trees are naked now
Their leaves a soggy mess below
No more kicking through them
And no more crunching as you go!
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