JANUARY
Aquarius
They went to the January house,
A house made all of snow,
With windows of ice, and chandeliers
Of icicles all in a row.
The trim young master was dressed in fur
And didn’t seem cold at all—
A red-cheeked, rollicking, frolicking chap,
Who offered each caller an ermine wrap,
And let them skate in his hall.
They went to the January house
While they were skating round the hall, Amos’s feet flew from under him and he sat down hard on the ice.
“Did you break anything?” asked the January boy. “I hope not, indeed,” he added earnestly, “because so many things are broken here.”
“What kind of things?” Amos wanted to know.