Red Leaves

We shuffled our faces

Laughing like fish.

Really flip flappin'

We had not a wish.

You said, "Look, the ceiling's down,"

You said it five times

With that beautiful frown

Red leaves whirling

Across my lawn

I see you weaving.

What dost thou sew?

You look at the floor.

You say, "I really don't know"

I asked my darlin'

Why she talks so slow.

She said, "It's the mud above

And the stars below."