As our Michigan summer begins to wane, and the season transitions to the beautiful, colorful Autumn for which the mid-west is known, I’m contemplating the coming changes. In fact, I’ve gotten so caught up in the mystery and wonder of the cycle of life, that I was inspired to write this little ditty. It is sung to the tune of “Rawhide,” with my sincere apologies to Frankie Laine.
(verse 1)
Rakin’, rakin’, rakin’,
though my arms are achin’,
got to keep on rakin’, the Yard -
Soon it might be snowin’,
but now the wind is blowin’,
makin’ my rakin’ twice as hard -
Can’t just stand here, wishin’,
that I could just go fishin’,
’til I finish rakin’, the yard.
(refrain)
Rake ‘em in, pile ‘em up,
bag ‘em up, burn ‘em up,
rake ‘em up, pile ‘em in, the yard -
Rake ‘em in! Pile ‘em up!
Bag ‘em up! Burn ‘em up!
Rakin’ up the yard!
(verse 2)
Rakin’, rakin’, rakin’,
‘though my back is breakin’,
got to finish rakin’, the yard -
No pro-crastinatin’,
the neighbors all are waitin’,
the last hold-out, on our boulevard -
Get the kids to pitch-in,
We’ll have cocoa in the kitchen,
when we finish rakin, the yard.
(refrain)
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