Nastal podzim, chmurný čas,

                                                                                                   mlhy padly na blata,

                                                                                                   noci se nám dlouží zas,

                                                                                                   a my zase do bláta.

                                                                                                   Už nám venku zase prší,

                                                                                                    to není nic nového,

                                                                                                    zloba lidem  z očí srší,

                                                                                                    není to nic podlého.

                                                                                                   Kdo jen může bude doma,

                                                                                                   ven nás to teď neláká,

                                                                                                   než přijde jaro - to bude doba,

                                                                                                   kdekdo nahlas huláká.

                                                                                                   Jenom listí to je krásné,

                                                                                                   hraje všemi barvami,

                                                                                                   a když padá......, to je jasné,

                                                                                                   nehnem ani brvami.