The Last Day of November

It's the last day of November

and the air is cold and crisp,

fluffy little rabbits

are all hopping in the mist.

It's the last day of November,

and the fox has found her burrow,

she's sniffing round it, making sure

she's ready for tomorrow.

It's the last day of November,

a small mouse curls up to rest,

for she's been working tirelessly

to build a cosy nest.

It's the last day of November,

all the birds are flying south,

all except the robin

who has berries in his mouth.

It's the first day of December

and I cannot hear a thing,

for all the little animals

are dreaming of the Spring...