If leaves were money I’d be rich now
This storm is howling round the house
Gusts of wind are whistling in the trees
Blowing leaves like money up in the air
Be a multimillionaire when Autumn ends
About the Author
This is me, Leendert. I am a little bit old-fashioned and I love things from the past, old series like All Creatures Great And Small and On The Buses, mechanical wristwatches, bi-focal glasses, the old Pub Clock in the living room and vinyl records on my Garrard record player for example. I like shiny rings, bracelets and necklaces. Eccentric. You can often find me in the kitchen at parties.