Nut Gatherers

Hark! how they chatter
Down the dusk Road,
See them come patter,
Each with his Load.

What have you sought, then,
Gay little Band?
What have you brought, then,
Each in his Hand?

No need to ask it;
No need to tell;
In Bag and in Basket
Your nuts show well!

Nuts from the wild-wood;
Sweet Nuts to eat;
Sweetest in Childhood
When life is sweet.

There they go patter,
  Each with his Load;
Hark! how they chatter
  Down the dusk Road.
          Hamish Hendry.