When leaves turn to nature's confetti, and the sun takes a softer stroll across the sky, this season hums a cooler tune.

Drinks in my name do not taste anything like me. You get my color by mixing red and blue. I am sometimes associated with wrath.

A B C D You should know it by now, you shouldn't need E

I have a theory... A conspiracy theory! In addition to tinfoil hats, we'll need a corkboard, push pins and plenty of this stuff. I've got BOXES full of Pepe!

I bounce on knees and clap in time by candle, crib, or cot, Made of la-la, hush, and hum, though I can’t be caught. I teach the moon to count to sheep and stars to tag along, Passed from lips to little ears, then carried all life long. I end when silence says goodnight, begin when voices throng.