Autumn days... Autumn days... Lovely sensual barefoot days. Puddles, mud, and fallen leaves... Delightful stuff what Nature weaves.
That was thought up by a nine year old boy, while walking home one fall day. When he got home he couldn't wait to recite it to his mother. She laughed and, sarcastically, told him that 'gone' and 'song' don't rhyme. Well, in an Okie boy's slang, it sure did! That was the day I stopped, not only loving but, liking my mother.
