I’ll tell you how the leaves came down:
The great Tree to his children said,
“You’re getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.”
“Ah!” begged each silly, pouting leaf,
“Let us a little longer stay;
Dear Father Tree, behold our grief!
We do not want to go away.”
So, just for one more merry day
To the great Tree the leaflets clung,
Frolicked and danced and had their way
Upon the autumn breezes swung.
“Perhaps the great Tree will forget
And let us stay until the spring,
If we all beg and coax and fret.”
But the great Tree did no such thing.
He smiled to hear their whispering.
“Come, children all, to bed with care.”
He shook his head, and far and wide,
Down sped the leaflets through the air.