Grandpa's Little Helper

Grandpa's going to rake the lawn
And gather up the leaves.
Can you come too? Why sure you can,
But not in those short sleeves!

It's cold outside, you'll need your coat,
And your wellies too.
We'll rake the lawn — yes you can help.
I'll show you what to do.

We'll rake the leaves into a heap,
And put them in a sack.
We need to do it quickly now,
Before the wind comes back!

That wicked wind leads me a dance;
He swirls the leaves around.
And when he's done with all his fun,
He throws them on the ground!

So, as the wind's not here right now,
We'll take the leaves away.
And then, when he comes back again,
I wonder what he'll say?

He'll huff and puff, of that I'm sure,
But it will help him none.
We've tidied up the garden,
And all those leaves are gone!

Thank you, little one!

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 Copyright © Robert Haigh 2012