I like September’s sun and shade,
October’s brilliant cavalcade.
November brings an appetite;
December’s carols cheer the night.
And January has its snow;
In February, most hearts glow;
March sees crocuses again;
And April’s showers serve as rain.
The Iris splash with bloom in May,
And June is the month of the Perfect Day.
July’s the height of summertime.
Here’s August, and also end of the rhyme.
There’s fun to have, or so I’ve found,
In every month the whole year round.
Whatever set of conditions thrive,
It’s very good just to be alive!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 10, 1947
