A simple little lie,
which mother always tried.
Red leaves are floating,
meeting green and brown.
One mustn't wonder why,
they say they'll try.
These skinny little trees,
demand large amounts of fees,
as we sit below their fluttering leaves,
these silly little bees.
Buzzing around,
flowing extravagant flowers,
colors of all sorts with sizes for all ports,
a loving little lie.
