Thom Mollohan

There was a man named Rudy Reeves

Who really hated autumn leaves.

For when they fell off in the fall,

They had a way of blowing all

Around his yard and through the air

So many that he’d oft despair

Of being rid the crunchy mess.

The silly man would oft confess

An evil plot to rid the trees

Of their branches to stop the leaves.

But then a friend named Bumper Brown