Fiddleeebod

Leaves (or is it leafs?), there on the snow,

Where are you going? Does anyone know?

Oh, leafs! (or leaves) What am I to do?

Please, won’t you tell me what’s false and what’s true?

The leaves (leafs?) did answer in chorus quite merry,

‘We’d as lief see you leave and no longer tarry.’

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