Oh the autumn breeze,
So cold and icy,
Blowing through my leaves all tingly and spicy.
Come swing from my branches,
And have a good time,
Have a race and climb climb climb!
My branches brush the sky,
Leaves of orange, red, green, or bare,
Have a picnic and take care!
Life is good,
Here in this empty pasture,
Where all the children tend to gather.
Try my sap,
once it's syrup of corse,
Be sure to endorse.
Take shelter under my branches,
If the rain comes round,
They hang low to the ground.
I am enjoyed!
I am loved!
I am quite grateful!
What could be in this world for the hateful?
Beauty and glory,
Let me tell you a story.
This is my cup of tea,
I hope you agree,
I am the maple tree,
Don't you see?
