The Ripest Peach Is Highest On The

He Is Not Dead, He Is Just - Away.

Just A Wee Cot-the Crickets Chirr-love And The Smiling Face Of Her.

The Ripest Peach Is Highest On The Tree

O'er Folded Blooms On Swirls Of Musk, The Beetle Booms Adown The Glooms And Bumps Along The Dusk.

But The Air's So Appetizin'; And The Landscape Through The Haze Of A Crisp And Sunny Morning Of The Airly Autumn Days Is A Pictur' That No Painter Has The Colorin' To Mock-when The Frost Is On The Punkin And The Fodder's In The Shock.