Then the rains came, from the West
And soaked the ground, with out request.
The leaf's of yellow, gold and brown,
Will soon be falling, to the ground.
Raking and gathering, leaf's so sodden,
Make the best compost, for the garden.
This cycle of life and death, remain
To bring forth the beautiful flowers, again.

Everyone, please take note,
It will soon be time to vote.
There is still time to register,
But not on line.
So look up the locations
And complete your registration.
Please don't treat this with distain,
If you do, then don't complain.

There are people, in this land,
Who are trying to undermine,
The pillars of Democracy.
These people make lots of noise
And will say "Boys will be boys".
The women of this modern day
Are not goin to go away,
So listen up you old men,
There is still time to make your amend.

When I was a lad of three,
I never thought about what I'd see
When I reached the age of eighty-three.
For if I knew, I'd have lived this long,
I would have sung a different song.