Autumn's a Tumble of Leaves This Morn'

Autumn's a tumble of leaves this morn'.
The hills are scatterin' the leaves they've shed,
the fiery maple leaves chasin' the timid yellow oak's.
The squirrels are a hustlin', and the jays are fussin',
and the wind is kickin' up its heels across hills,
enjoyin' the swarm it made this fine morn'.