“Come, little leaves," said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.” — George Cooper Copy Share Image
“ October's Party October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came - The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The… — George Cooper Copy Share Image
Oh! all of you poor single men, Don't ever give up in despair, For there's always a chance while there's life To capture the… — George Cooper Copy Share Image
“Come, little leaves," said the Wind one day, "Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold;… — George Cooper Copy Share Image
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, hundreds of bees in the purple clover, hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, but only one mother… — George Cooper Copy Share Image
