Humans put leaves
In big crunchy piles.
They do it for me,
And it gives me a smile.
There’s always a something
In a pile to find.
And the sniffs are a bonus
Oaked, mapled, and pined.
When I see a leaf pile
Then a run’s what I make
And a jump and a roll —
Then the humans must rake.
But I think they don’t mind it;
Must like it in fact!
Cause when I wreck piles
they just rake them back.
-Chocolate
