The trees danced in the wind,
the squirrels pranced on the limb
leaves turning brown,
then falling to the ground
Not cold, nor hot it’s fall,
it’s the prettiest time in all
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The trees danced in the wind,
the squirrels pranced on the limb
leaves turning brown,
then falling to the ground
Not cold, nor hot it’s fall,
it’s the prettiest time in all