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.

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