TCS Picnic in Pictures and Poems

We packed a picnic with a peach,
A pear, a prune and a pickle,
There was a piece of pie for each
And a piece of pumpernickel

It's more fun livin' when you're having fun....
It's more fun golfing when you hole in one....
It's more fun dreamin' when your dreams come true...
It's more fun winning at whatever you do....

Candy and cookies and peanuts and cake,
Finding the frosting has run,
All of us knowing we've eaten too much---
Picnics are certainly fun.

Changing, fading, falling, flying,
From homes that gave them birth,
Autumn leaves, in beauty dying,
Seek the mother breast of earth.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.