Autumn is the reason
that green leaves go out of season.
Instead, they burst into flame
of any color you can name.
Some turn yellow, orange, and red.
Others curl up brown and dead.
Some turn purple, some stay green,
Autumn is the prettiest season I've seen.
But soon the trees are going bare
We know that winter will soon be there.
And all the animals fall asleep
Inside thier dens they dug so deep.
We'll see them again when springtime comes
Untill then we'll play with our chums
In the snow we'll sled and ski
While we scream and yell and laugh with glee
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