The Happiest Birthday of All

It was the best time of the year, The happiest day of all. When the leaves started to fall. The clouds form a blanket over my head, And the birds all came out and said, "Happy birthday Fall," "We missed you so dear," "For the leaves falling to the ground." "Make more room for us up here." The wind wislted, And the air shook, As fall was saying thank you, To those who had written his book. So the whole point of this silly story is, When the leaves begin to fall, And clouds begin to roll over your head, You know, It is the happiest birthday of all!