In fall, the leaves come tumbling down,
and guess who does the raking!
Yes, leaves of red and gold and orange
just lead to muscles aching.
I rake until I think I’ll drop;
Dad says it’s good for me.
But I’m quite sure, deep in my heart,
there’s no way that can be.
So here I am with rake in hand
and praying really hard,
that wind will come and blow our leaves
into our neighbour’s yard.