October's trees are bare and brown,
October's leaves are tumbling down,
See chestnuts scattered on the ground,
While little squirrels all scamper 'round.

They're gathering their winter's store,
For when the wild winds rave and roar,
The cold will chill them to the core,
They'll be too cold to gather more.

So let's go to the woods today,
And watch the squirrels at work and play,
But quiet we must be all day,
Or all the squirrels will run away!