Through the Year
by Flora Willis Watson

 January falls the snow,
February cold winds blow,
In March peep out the early flowers,
And April comes with sunny showers.

In May the roses bloom so gay,
In June the farmer mows his hay,
In July brightly shines the sun,
In August harvest is begun.

 September turns the green leaves brown,
October winds then shake them down,
November fills with bleak and smear,
December comes and ends the year.

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