The Autumn Wind is a pirate
  Blustering in from sea,
With a rollicking song, he sweeps along,
  Swaggering boisterously.

His face is weather beaten.
  He wears a hooded sash,
With a silver hat about his head,
  And a bristling black mustache.

He growls as he storms the country,
  A villain big and bold.
And the trees all shake and quiver and quake,
  As he robs them of their gold.

The Autumn Wind is a raider,
  Pillaging just for fun.
He’ll knock you ’round and upside down,
  And laugh when he’s conquered and won.