The Five-Fingered Maple

" Green leaves, what are you doing
Up there on the tree so high? "
" We are shaking hands with the breezes,
As they go singing by. "

" What, green leaves! Have you fingers? "
Then the Maple laughed with glee:
" Yes, just as many as you have;
Count us, and you will see! "
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