January brings the snow,

   Makes your feet and fingers glow.

   February's ice and sleet

   Freeze the toes right off your feet. 

   Welcome March  with  wintry wind,

   Would thou wert not so unkind.

  April brings the sweet spring showers,

  On and on for hours and hours.

  Farmers fear unlikndly May,

  Frost by night and hail by day.

  June just rains and never stops,

  Thirty dayds and spoils the crops.

  In July the sun is hot.

  Is it shining?No it's not.

  August,cold and dank and wet

  Brings more rain than any yet.

  Bleak September's mist and mud

  Is enough to chill the blood.

  Then October adds a gale,

  Wind and slush and rain and hail.

Dark November brings the fog,

  Should not do it to a dog.

  Freezing wet December,then

  Bloody January again!

    Scamper little leaves about,

    In the autumn sun.I can hear the old wind shout,

    Laughing as you run.

    And I haven't any doubt

    That he likes the fun.

    In this city,perhaps a street.

  In this street,perhaps a house.

  In this house,perhaps a room.

  And in this room a woman sitting,

  Sitting in the darkness,sitting and crying

  For someone who has just gone through the door

  And who has just switched off the light

  Forgetting she was there

                       ---Alan Brownjohn

         Swift the moments fly away,

    First the hour,then the day; 

    Next the work,the month,the year, 

    Go away and disappear.

    Time is always on the wing,

    When I speak,or think,or sing,

    When I work,or sleep,or play,

    Time is flying fast away.