As the sun puts on a new layer of skin And sneezed the heat into the day They sat in a circle trading leaves While fanning the heat away The leaves were bigger then their hands And they traded them for their colors Some had only red and orange But some had many others The heat was pouring down on them As they tried to make their trades Getting a little agitated From the heat and choices made "Ain't ya got a green one?" Said Shine with a frown "No", said Dew, "Not at all" As he laid a yellow one down "Come on, who's got brown?" Said Limpy in a fit "Dew's got one", said Shine "And he's sitting on it" "No I don't, that's my shoe" Dew snapped back at him "Go on and ask Nimble" "He's got more of them" Around and round went the trading And snide little remarks The sun was now high noon With no signs of getting dark Limpy had stolen Dew's yellow leaf Shine slapped Nimble with his red And the trading all that afternoon Left black and blue bumps On each one's head - Shabetei