Fall For Fall

Cometh fall with a crunch;
Brown old leaves, a bunch!
Wind sweeps in, they fly!
Orange, yellow, hang on trees,
Not yet flying, not with these!
Red ones drop, curling round,
Land upon crunchy brown.
Kick, run, kick them free!
Wheee for harmony!
Happy us, who do not fall;
We fall for fall, that’s all!
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

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