Rust and Ten

Ten little leaves are shaking, A yellow one drifted down. Nine little leaves left trembling, A brown one fell to the ground. 8 little leaves a’blowing, When a gray one fluttered away; Seven now left holding, And an orange one shuffled its way; Six little heart shapes clinging; A red one had to let go; Five little leaves stay hugging, A green one played the cello; Four wind-blown leaves began singing; And a bluebird cited a riddle. Three little acorns rattling, One lost his little cap in the middle.; Two leaves crying and reaching; One grabbed a limb in the breeze; One bold old rust colored oak leaf, Left hanging on the tree.