Episode 33

A September child, with eyes so bright, Holds autumn's magic, soft and light. The air grows crisp, the leaves turn gold, A gentle story to unfold.

They love the crispness of the air, A cozy scarf, a playful dare To leap through leaves in rustling piles, And greet the world with happy smiles.

A September child, with heart so true, Finds wonder in the sky's deep blue. They watch the geese fly, in a line, A graceful dance, a sweet design.