Autumn Works.

I'll be tumbling down and forth
In the piled leaves of autumn,
In the backyard lot

At night,

Like 'am a child of five.

I'll be howling at the dogs
And squinting at the cats
Be chasing the squirrels
And swearin' at the park.

I'm descending into childhood
In this quick, quick, quick step
My breath out of sync

My giggles couldn't stop.

I'm stupidly happy
I'm crazily mad
I've no explaining to do
I'm just out of my mind.

Blame it on the autumn

This cascading into bottom

Blame it on somethin'

Maybe the wild rum or beer

I'm just crazily a- glee

No matter what matters now

I'm ready to be

No matter what it'll be.