A hart to hart tawk wiff my mama

Mama an' me had a reelly nice tawk wile we wuz snugglin' da udder day.  It wuz abowt leefs.  Yep, leefs - da kind on da treez.  She wuz goin' on an' on an' ON abowt how purty dey ar diss yeer an' how looonnng dey lasted an' how brite da cullers ar an' how dey ar bedder dis yeer dan menny udder yeers.  An now dey ar fallin' down an' eben now dey ar so pritty amung da empty treez - brite yelloes an' brilly ant reds - whutever doze ar.  Ennyway yada yada yada...yu no whut I meen.
Now me an' Vito LUV doze leefs!  Not for whut dey look like - nooo!  Dey ar FUN!  Dey ar so crunchy an' dey fly so hi an' dey ar so neet to run fru!!  An' we jump in an' owt ov da piles of leefs - woof!  woof!  woofin' da hole way!!  It iz even bedder when Mama iz blowin' dem wif da leef masheen dat iz like da wind!  Wheeee!!  rownd an' rownd an' rownd we go makin' da leefs fly as we go!  Whut fun!  My frend Coop wudda luvved it...I shur miss him.  Ennywayz, I hope yu get to play in leefs...wun ov God's bestest toys!
Till  nex' time...
Arfur