Today, I was almost concussed by a flying leaf;
it came at me so fast,
it was almost beyond belief;
but, by my ducking, it missed me,
as it passed it almost kissed me,
then it went on its way,
And that is the story of how
I was almost concussed by a flying leaf,
today.
I saw a green leaf falling
and it looked like a butterfly;
then I saw a butterfly
and it looked like a leaf,
a green one –
so, now, I’m feeling confused.
The last leaf on the tree,
that’s me;
the others left home,
forgot about me;
never write, never call –
once the tree was family,
once the tree was all.
I am the
last
leaf on the tree.
Hello, little leaf,
Have you lost your way?
Are you far from home,
in the breeze blown away?
Hello, little leaf,
is it you once again?
Or is it your leafy friend?
Oh, Leaf, I wonder where you are,
have you travelled near or far?
Are you just around the bend – like me?
Did you meet another friend – like me?
