Episode 60

The air grows crisp, a gentle chill That whispers secrets on the hill. The sun, a softer, golden hue, Paints skies in shades of hazy blue. Then, one by one, they start to fall, Answering autumn's silent call. From branches high, they drift and gleam, A rustling, whispering, leafy dream. Red, gold, and brown, a vibrant spread, Upon the path where we will tread. Each tiny footstep, light and neat, Makes leaves go… crunch, crunch, crunch!

The kitchen’s warm, a cozy space, A happy smile upon each face. A table set, with plates so neat, A special meal, a savory treat. The air is filled with smells so grand, The finest feast throughout the land. A golden bird, so plump and fine, A culinary, sweet design. We gather 'round, with forks in hand, To taste the bounty of the land. With happy sighs, and happy munch, We eat our turkey, crunch, crunch, crunch!