You seem to be sweeping up leavesnThe field is windy and wetnI end up leaning over the fencenThat's the borders I've set for myselfnnThis isn't something we should throw lightly asidenIt should be hurled with forcenThis isn't something we should throw lightly asidenIt should be hurled with forcennYou say that's an overstatementnI don't think it will donWalking our small dogsnShould I hand them to you?nAnd no, of course, I haven't met somebody newnnA few gaps in the cloudsnWas all that it tooknTo entice us into thisnSad attempt at preserving, but now I knownnThis isn't something we should throw lightly asidenIt should be hurled with forcenThis isn't something we should throw lightly asidenIt should be hurled with forcennYou say that's an overstatementnI don't think it will donThese laughably small dogsnI think I'll hand them to younSo tell me now, have you met somebody new?nnMay the iron bars stand uprightnMay the iron bars stand uprightnIt's the sharp end of a seasonnSharp end of a seasonnSharp end of a seasonnSharp end of a seasonnnWe were saving daylightnBut now there's no morningnOne has to know when one has to stopnNo morning for usnnYou say that's an overstatementnI don't think it will donLook at these small dogsnWhat can we do?nI take one, and you take the other two