Autumn winds in the air,
Say goodbye to the bear,
Everyone now starts to wear
Woolen hats upon their hair.

Leaves start falling on the ground,
Ants keep crawling all around,
There are no bees which can be found,
The people are all winter bound.

Not long from now the snow will fall,
And cover the land with a winter’s pall.
The birds will get their southern call,
This is the season we call fall.

We now shall gather for the feast
Make sure to use up all the yeast
Get a bird from the southeast,
Cut it up and now it’s pieced.

We passed the stuffing all around,
We served up taters by the pound.
I ate so much I’m a chowhound.
After today I’ll be so round.

Now I feel so stuffed with food,
I think tomorrow I will protrude.
Like the bear, I must seclude,
So here this poem will now conclude.