Duvel and the 3irds dance with the leaves

“Duvel, these leaves are like golden snow, not as cold though. Swirly and floaty, nice and fluffy. Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground. Jupeeee, I am dancing with the leaves! “Silly bird. Yes, let’s run. Maybe I can hunt some squirrels, a there goes a fuzzy tail. Quick, before the boss catches me. She feels sorry for the little tree rats. Bugger, that squirrel is much too fast. Look at it, jumping from one tree to the next. And up it goes. Maybe next time. Let’s dance with the leaves some more…”