As Summer turns to Autumn,
It’s Harvest time again.
Crops need picking quickly,
Before the Winter rain.

Grandpa in his garden,
Picks tomatoes and broad beans.
We eat them for our dinner,
With all the other greens.

Tractors in the fields,
Working all the day.
Collecting every cabbage,
And bailing up the hay.

Berries in the hedgerows,
Apples on the tree.
Grandma puts them in a pie,
It’s tasty for our tea.

Harvest time is lots of work,
But can be made fun too.
We thank our lord for crops and plants,
That will feed me and you.