Leaves Leaves Leaves

on the ground ground ground.
Leaves on the ground.
Leaves on the ground.
Leaves leaves leaves
on the ground ground ground.

I wish I could say I wrote that, but I didn't. One of you reading knows who wrote that, and hopefully is smiling now.

Oh we love leaves. We adore them. We wallow in them.

And we blend. Boy do we blend. See if you can find Johnny Quest. He's in there somewhere.

Dang, the blue gives him away. Maybe next year Johnny.