|Linus reading his poem|
I Am Autumn
I feel colder air coming.
I smell pumpkin pie people are making.
I wonder why children jump in my leaves.
I see geese flying south.
I feel the grass dying.
I am Autumn.
I Am Ruby-Throated Hummingbird
I am small
I suck the nectar from flowers.
I spend my winter in Mexico.
I love the sweet smell of woodlands.
I love the summer days.
I am the bright color of roses.
I have greens of all kinds.
I am Ruby-Throated Hummingbird.