Leaves turn red, yellow and gold,
As autumn's nip fills the air;
It makes me wish for childhood,
When I didn't have a care.

Rake the leaves into a pile,
And scatter them as I jump;
Make a funny scarecrow,
From straw that makes a lump.

Dress as a pirate or hobo,
Going from house to house;
Candy, gum and popcorn balls,
Black cats chase the mouse.

Thank God for our blessings,
As we share a turkey meal;
Then games to play for all,
As grown-ups nap, what’s the deal?

Now autumn seems different,
The leaves are still the same;
But now there are no piles,
Or anyone to play the game.

But autumn still ushers in
My favorite season of all;
Christmas will soon be here,
And I will have a ball.