The autumn leaves of many colors,
Trees on fire, as time changes,
A little tiger sits on the barren ground,
Watching, Waiting,
For the leaves to come down,
One leaf falls and the tiger jumps, catching with ease.
Another falls, landing softly on the ground,
Little tiger pounces, and squeals with glee.
Mama, not far off,
Watches her little child, as happy as can be,
The little tiger watches as more leaves come,
And cover her from all around.
Mama comes, and little tiger jumps,
Scaring mama, making little tiger smile, happily
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
The autumn leaves of many colors,
Trees on fire, as time changes,
A little tiger sits on the barren ground,
Watching, Waiting,
For the leaves to come down,
One leaf falls and the tiger jumps, catching with ease.
Another falls, landing softly on the ground,
Little tiger pounces, and squeals with glee.
Mama, not far off,
Watches her little child, as happy as can be,
The little tiger watches as more leaves come,
And cover her from all around.
Mama comes, and little tiger jumps,
Scaring mama, making little tiger smile, happily
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