Come little leaves by george cooper “come, little leaves” said the wind one day, “come over the meadows with me, and play; put on your dresses of red and gold; summer is gone, and the days grow cold.” soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call, down they came fluttering, one and all; over the brown fields they danced and flew, singing the soft little songs they knew. dancing and whirling the little leaves went; winter had called them and they were content- soon fast asleep in their earthly beds, the snow laid a soft mantle over their heads. ,переведите!