Behold the yard so covered in brown!
Leaves are constantly hitting the ground!
Grab the rakes, I have a plan.
We’ll stack them as high as we can.
Count the rakes, there’s only six.
Seven of us, we’re in a fix.
But Papa Bill got us a leaf blower!
It’s the autumn version of a mower!
Stack them higher, upward bound!
We’re making a giant freaking mound.
The pile’s done, but it’s in vain. Oh!
The blower’s made this pile a volcano!
Leaves fall down, it’s raining the things!
And laughter in our ears, it rings.
Rebuild the stack, we’re not done yet.
But you’ll have to wait until the next couplet!
Christina and Shannon, into the unknown!
Into the mountain they fly, alone!
Then together, us four, like times of old
Take pictures exactly as we’re told.
Now we’re done, jumping was fun.
Especially when preceded by a run.
Now the day is over, but not without harm.
Tyler has scratches and stuff on his arm…
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