In spring I am gay in handsome array; in summer more clothing I wear; when colder it grows I fling off my clothes; and in winter quite naked appear.

I hang from hats and curtains too, A bunch of threads all tied like glue.

I fall like curtains, soft and slight, to guard your gaze from dust and light. I shield the windows of your soul, then rise again at your control.

I tell you stop or when to go, or send a message soft and low.

A simple machine, programmed for tasks; We assume human shape, but it could be flat. Autonomous in nature, at least that’s the goal, programmed to help with many a task. My favorite is Rosie, though Bender comes next, both from cartoons, where they’re best.