Scamper, little leaves, about,
in the Autumn sun.
I can hear the old Wind shout,
laughing as you run,
and I haven’t any doubt,
that he likes the fun.
So run on and have your play,
romp with all your might.
Dance across the Autumn day,
when the sun is bright.
Soon you’ll hear the Wind say
“Little leaves, good night”.

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