The Little Autumn Leaf

It was one windy Autumn day

a little brown leaf blew away;

waved goodbye to its family

and flew off of a maple tree.

Then blew across the sea to France

and there it saw a village dance,

in which dancers would twirl and spin

and, whirling round, the leaf joined in.

But suddenly that little leaf

was whisked away to Italy;

to Venice he did wander where

he met a cheerful gondolier.

But then the wind blew hard again;

that little leaf flew off to Spain

and there it danced under the stars

while Gypsy’s played on their guitars.

But then it blew to Switzerland

where a girl caught it in her hand.

“You are a pretty leaf”, said she,

“Why don’t you come and live with me”.