We're slowly approaching that time of the year
Where some call it brisk, nippy, or crisp
When your drink doesn't get watered down in the car
And, if possible,
You'll stay in bed a little longer tomorrow morning
We're calmly approaching that time of the year
Where they put up fake cobwebs in late September
Or make cranberry sauce in the middle of October
And the arts and crafts stores reek by November
Of cinnamon, cookies, and pine
We're gently approaching that time of the year
When it's not quite so cold as to sit by a fire
But you'll dig out that coat which belonged to your father
While tough little boys will say to their mothers,
"I don't need a jacket, it's not even cold!"
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