Surely must you know me, Friendly and content; All my actions show me Freely confident; With my band of toilers, When the blue days smile; Little Jacky Martin Come to stay a while. Every town and village Knows me; every farm, Mine no wish to pillage, Mine no will to harm; Busy in the orchard, My pest-destroying band; Little Jacky Martin Come to lend a hand. Suddenly appearing In far forest land— When you’ve cut a clearing, Lo, I am at hand, Wheeling, soaring, floating, Where the new fields bask; Little Jacky Martin Come to aid the task. In the chilly weather See us in the trees, Huddled close together Like the swarming bees. A-wing again and toiling When the chill days end; Little Jacky Martin, Everybody’s friend. Autumn