Crispy Leaves

Crispy leaves, crispy leaves,

I’m going to put some up my sleeves

Crispy leaves with a satisfying crunch

I like to walk on them during my lunch

Sometimes the wind will blow some away

But I like to stamp on the leaves that stay

I have a rival leaf-stamper his name is Slater

So the leaves up my sleeves I’m saving for later.

What makes me sad about a crispy leaf

Is that its crunch is all too brief.

There would be a lot more to this rhyme

If I could crunch them a second time.