The Weather Song

    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!