One leaf asked another
To the Leaf Dance today.
He was a crispy Oak dandy,
And she a red Maple babe.

They tossed and they tumbled
Down the asphalt street,
All tips and toes and points
And light on their feet.

Maple Missy rocks low
In a green cradle new;
Granny whispers Baby, Baby,
Follow steady, follow true.

So smooth, he dipped her low
At the red stop sign,
Where they joined all their friends
In the wind dance line.

The length of Woodland Street
Was their ballroom floor;
But it was fall and it was dry;
He was less, she wanted more.

Maple Missy rocks low
In a green cradle new;
Granny whispers Baby, Baby,
Follow steady, follow true.

Came the one doomed waltz
Past Ginkgo Gold,
And Miss Maple turned aside;
Crispy Dandy – he was old.

Ginkgo smoked and he leaned,
Didn’t join the fandango.
His goldness was enough,
He himself was the tango.

Maple Missy rocks low
In a green cradle new;
Granny whispers Baby, Baby,
Follow steady, follow true.

She only saw what wasn’t there,
Didn’t see the coming cold,
Forsook her gentle man,
Linked her arms with Ginkgo Gold.

Together they were ravishing,
Like two peaches paired.
All youth and sap and flashpoint,
They were now and neither cared.

Of course that tango ended –
Ginkgo Gold flamed up and gone.
And Maple, she is crispy,
But she’s red, and she is strong.

Maple Missy rocks low
In a green cradle new;
Granny whispers Baby, Baby,
Follow steady, follow true.