Autumn’s Next Payday

Imagine if the autumn leaves

Became money to spend

Their falling from trees

We’d never want it to end

Folks would show up

With a rake and a smile

Looking to cash in

They’d travel for miles

To fill their buckets

To tote their sacks

They’d make many trips

To the leaf bank and back

We’d be happy with piles

We’d never let them blow away

We’d be glad to keep them

Tucked away for a rainy day

In hopes they’d last until

Autumn’s next payday

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