Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves are turning yellow
Whirling, twirling, fluttering down.
Little squirrel, tail aquiver
Searches on the frosty ground.
In the sky the birds are calling
Flying south to find the sun,
In the earth the seeds are buried
Sleeping ‘til the winter’s done.
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