Golden-rod and asters;
Pears and purple grapes,
Just the prettiest colors,
And the finest shapes.
Through the dear old orchard,
Down the dear old lane,
After fruit and flowers
They will go with Jane.
First, a kiss from Kittie
Through the meadow gate.
"Hurry, sister Elsie,
We will be too late."
This from Master Freddie,
Who would hate to miss
Golden pears and apples
Just to get a kiss.
Do not fear, the flowers
And the fruit will wait
Till a little maiden
Kisses through the gate.