The autumn leaves

The autumn leaves
Sit in a puddle
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold

After the rains
They sit in piles
They clog up drains
And turn to mold

Since the sun went away
The nights grow long
And soon we'll hear
Old winter's song

But I miss the boots I lost last April
When autumn leaves start to fall

(with apologies to Johnny Mercer et al)