This is one of those rhymes that has probably been around forever and I have no idea who wrote it originally. I found the words for this one as I was cleaning through drawers of flannel boards that have been collected over the years. I start the rhyme with the leaves laying on top of the branches and pull them off a wave them through the air as if the wind is blowing.
Four autumn leaves in a big old tree.
One blew off, then there were three.
Three autumn leaves with nothing to do.
Another blew off, then there were two.
Two autumn leaves in the hazy sun.
One blew off, then there was one.
Being all alone wasn’t much fun.
The last one blew away, then there was one.