@George,
Ah, Latin George, Love the Last Leaf.
Here's another poem, y'all.
Fall, leaves, fall
By Emily Brontë
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
and, our chorus for today:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUcfvd0X9rg
When I was a wee child, I used to sign all my letters with "I am a frog". That may have a religious connotation.