It Ain't Gonna Be the Death of Me

Silly take on the Writer's Cramp prompt.

One pile
two piles
three piles
four
Raking leaves everywhere
what a boring chore!
Five piles six piles
seven eight nine
I don't wanna waste
another second of time!
Ten piles eleven piles
The number's on the rise!
Leaves scattered everywhere--
I'm gonna lose my freakin' mind!
Twenty piles thirty piles
Ain't it ever gonna stop?
I'm gonna find a little axe
and give these trees a little chop
Down one, down two
down three four more
you won't ever get me to
rake no more
Five trees six
Times two, times ten
Bringing down these trees
so this can be the end
Bye trees, bye leaves
now whatcha gonna do?
I done got rid of all of you
Free time, free time:
It's back again!
And this is how
my poem's gonna end.