Sing a song of harvest time,
When the golden grain is high,
When the blossoms blow,
And the sun in a glow
Sweeps over a cloudless sky.
[THE SEASONS]
Sing a song of seasons,
Something bright in all,
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall.
—Robert Louis Stevenson.
[THE MONTHS]
In January falls the snow,
In February cold winds blow.
In March peep out the early flowers,
In April fall the sunny showers.
In May the tulips bloom so gay,
In June the farmer mows his hay.