On the first day of spring, a quiet young thing,

Took a walk near the woods where she bode.

As she walked she did trip, and her dress it did rip,

On a stone that lay by the road.

Not being dismayed, a new dress she made,

From the leaves of the trees that were there.

Her new dress did shine, with the green springtime,

And the blossoms she put in her hair.

The leaves they grew on, and as summertime shone,

Some berries and fruits did appear.

The birds thought it fun, to try and steal some,

So she danced when she went anywhere.

As autumn arrived, and to no great surprise,

The leaves changed to gold and then red.

The fruits went away, and where they had lay,

There were chestnuts and acorns instead.

As the days became cold, and the autumn grew old,

She noticed some leaves on the floor.

They were shed one by one, ‘till all leaves they were gone,

Her beautiful dress was no more.

So bear this in mind, should you be the kind,

To want to wear leaves all year round.

The summer is fine, but beware the time,

When in winter, they’ll fall to the ground.