Today the leaves have all fallen off trees
Birds fly in a ring and vultures sing
And planes all head to Florida keys.
It’s all a matter of will to climb a hill
Especially if you decide to go in the snow
But if my family goes, I will.
I’ll catalog our living, note our giving
For taxes and recruit some saxes
To play all night and day without halting.
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