In the fall the leaves change red,

In the fall we make leaf beds.

In the fall all children run,

In the fall the leaves are fun.

In the fall they jump and shout,

In the fall the moms cry out.

In the fall little Billy jumps,

In the fall the ground gets junked.

In the fall boys miss the pile,

In the fall they land in bile.

In the fall the mothers dread,

In the fall the children dead?

In the fall we feel so gray,

In the fall comes a mournful day.

In the fall the girls all cry,

In the fall the boys all die.

In the fall, it’s a sad tale true,

In the fall, don’t let it happen to you.