Wearing robes of crimson, orange and gold
Short or tall and age young or old
Every autumn dancing at the royal ball
Swirling and swaying to the cool wind of fall

Moving in time to the musical breeze
Coppertone and bronze sentries guard with ease
Fairies – pixies and angels flitting about
Flying here and there among the royal crowd

The event only lasts a brief time each year
It happens when winter is drawing near
Forest and field animals running all around
Gathering up droppings from their royal crowns

Dancing so hard that their robes fly all around
Sending crimson, orange and gold to the ground
Thus with no coat their limbs are now bare
Standing there proudly not seeming to care

New robes will arrive all pure and white
Floating down from above what a beautiful sight
Sunlight showing sparkling diamond tears
Ending the Royal Ball for another year