The months
It's time to skip; it's time to ski
On snow filled hills...in the month of January
As the snow melts, "Lets Dance", says the bee,
"Let's hold hands and sing songs"... in the month of February
Cold winds and frostbites are a thing of the past,
As we feel the warmth... in the month of March
Outside my window dances the squirrel,
Spring is arrived... in the month of April
Around the green fields, we run and play
While the sun smiles at us... in the month of May
We play on the beach and throw water balloons,
On a hot summer's day... in the month of June
The birds chirp and fly high, up in the sky,
As we sip lemonade... in the month of July
When summer ends, it will surely be missed,
As we dance in the corn fields... in the month of August
As the birds fly away, we must always remember
To bid them farewell... in the month of September
When the leaves turn orange, and the winds grow cooler,
Autumn has arrived... in the month of October
As the sun sets early and the skies get darker,
Snow starts falling... in the month of November
We sip hot cocoa and sing carols together
On a cold winters night... in the month of December