The leaves come down in torrents.
They are filling up my grass.
At first they look so pretty,
But the feeling doesn’t last.
I go to my garage.
I grab my trusty rake.
Now I’m ready to take on the leaves.
Shake baby shake.
My rake is very sturdy.
It grabs the leaves by its hand.
Before long the raking is finished,
As the brown bags make their stand.
Hooray for my mighty rake.
Your wood handle is awesome and cool.
When it comes to piling up the leaves,
My rake shall forever rule.