Season

A pinecone fell off a tree
I'm glad it diddnt hit me
A pinecone fell off a tree
Now it's free
I'll pick it up and take it home
And put it on my table
And when i'm asked
"What season's this?"
I think that i'll be able
To say that fall is in the air
But not for very long
Soon the snow's will fill the trees
And i'll sing a winter song