Well; leaves does mean
  departs, as in trains, yet
  in Ireland they are green
  as in ever or always, just
  like their fields, imagine,
  forty different shades of
  them, one wonders what
  those Kerrygold cows do,
  with such a choice, I am
  told they’ll never be seen
  eating British racing green,
  but they’ll **** in it, though,
  isn’t that ****** amazing ?