A clear blue sky, November day

There's homemade chili at the cafe

A cup of coffee, a slice of pie

Hello to winter. Summer, goodbye.

November day. Under the sun.

There's leaves to rake, work to be done,

House and yard and woods around.

Great piles of leaves lie on the ground.

And after dark, women and men

Relive their childhoods again

Jumping in to those great piles

And roll around and play awhile.