The leafs fall it is the season of death 

Weather turns brisk snow may be on its way 

You can smell the pumpkin on your own breath 

Hunters shoot bullets you may catch a stray

Going to school so Summer is  now done

Fall comes to soon leaving us in large distress 

Leaving behind the the August heat and fun

Dirty leafs crash to the ground leaves a mess

Haunted homes scaring the life out of me 

But autumn sucks  the real joy from us first 

Walking in the woods you see a old tree

Looking so dead it has never looked worse 

Deaths second coming ruins all my glee

If i could run from fall gladly I flee