Where Are the Leaves

Where are the leaves, the leaves Wondered my guest They're gone now; they're gone now My reply void of zest I don't hear the robin, the robin The visitor now upset He's down south, down south now I said -- just a guess No flowers, no fragrant flowers The unhappy man lamented They're underground, underground I offered, unfounded Just then the stranger suddenly brightened "Well, that's early March for you" His mood now enlightened