[Verse]
Today I realized it's not my birthday
The fall is so fresh but I'm still very sad
As the wind rustles my hair, oh, I feel so alive
The autumn colors whisper to my eyes, "Wake up"
So it's told, the pumpkin gourd whispers
"I am your orange king, time to rake them leaves"
"But I hate chores," I proclaim
"No worries," the king says
"The leaf police will be here soon"
Officer Arbor arrives, he places me in the cuffs
A gentle tear rolls down my face as I weep to the king
He says "Hush, child, just rake the leaves, rake them
Just rake the leaves"