Singing for the leaves

Bella and I had one of our best days ever: out in the streets in bright autumn with blue sky and warm sun. No jackets. Shopping for her Papa's birthday tomorrow.

Bella was in a mood to sing. No lyrics, an improvisational "Aaaaaahhh, laah, laah ba de beeee." She was apparently composing it as we went along.

Me: I love your singing.

Bella: I singing for the yeaves.

Me: The leaves? These leaves on the ground here?

Bella: Yeah. I sing for them.