A Little Calendar

By Annette Wynne

January’s new,
February’s cold,
March is puffing, blowing too,
April’s good as gold;
May’s a child of happy face.
Laughter, love, and every grace;
June dreams all the day;
July’s for liberty;
August is too hot for play;
September’s glorious to see,
October is a ruddy time,
November winds are drear.
December means Old Santa Claus
Will soon be here!

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