Brave and true, I will be,
Each kind word sets me free,
Each kind deed makes me strong,
I will fight for the right,
I will conquer the wrong.

           
       Summer is Ending
(A poem for loud and low voices; to be accompanied by the appropriate gestures)

"Summer is ending!" the father bear said,
"In yonder tree hollow I'll build me a bed."
"Summer is ending!" said all the gold weeds,
And so, softly sighing, they scattered their seeds.
"Summer is ending!" the hurricane cried,
Hurling and whirling harsh winds high and wide.
"Summer is ending," said fiery King Sun,
"My flame must grow fainter, then fade out to none!"