No matter what I try to do
The leaves keep falling down
Creating such a hectic place
I'm running all around

So neat the piles of leaves I make
But when the breeze arrives
I seem to have to start again
But for me it's no surprise

Even when the piles are neat
Johnny wants to run
Jump and crash into the leaves
Another day of fun

I guess you think I just complain
But really it's not true
I love the Autumn and the work
But glad when I am through

Tomorrow will come soon enough
I'll hold my head and say
Another pile of leaves to rake
Still grateful for the day.
~Francine Pucillo~