Come little leaves said the wind, one day,
come over the meadow and we will play,
put on your jackets of red and gold,
' cause Winter is coming, and the days grow cold!
The little leaves listened and heard the call,
down they came tumbling, one, and all,
Over the hill top they danced and flew
Singing a nice little song they knew!
Here is how she ended the email: " Red jackets and gold jackets from Academy Green, have been blowing like mad into my driveway, (naturally)!
and I just thought you might be singing that little song.
(Remember I told you that little verse was taught to your Great-Grandmother when she went to Kindergarten
in Phila. --- probably about 1893).
