There once were some leaves that did change.
We did not think that too strange.
Yellow and red;
They fall cuz they're dead.
It looks like the trees all have mange.
We've entered the season called Fall -
When Summer and Winter both stall.
One minute it's hot;
The next, frozen snot.
We hope to survive it. That's all.
I've been raking these leaves for a while.
I'm gathering them in a pile.
My neighbor walked by
And made the leaves fly.
(I buried his body in style.)
