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The Very Last Leaf - Rob Oxford
I'll be the very last leaf on this tree yet to fall
I'm the very last leaf I've outlasted them all
Hanging on tight to this branch with no hands
I'm determined to stay here as long as I can
All of my brothers lost their grip long ago
Along with my sisters they're now scattered below
Soon I too will grow tired and my stem will get weak
But I'm still the last one that's what makes me unique
Then Dad will come out and he'll roll up his sleeves
And he'll rake and he'll rake and make piles of us leaves
Then we'll be back together like we were way up high
Until we get scattered by some truck that speeds by
But Dad will just laugh and start raking some more
Like he does every year 'til his arms become sore
And then when he's done and us leaves are knee deep
He'll call to his kids and they'll all take a leap
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