Dance Of The Months

DANCE OF THE MONTHS.

The New Year comes in with shout and laughter,
And see, twelve months are following after!
First, January, all in white,
And February, short and bright.
See breezy March go tearing round;
But tearful April makes no sound.
May brings a pole with flowers crowned,
And June strews roses on the ground.
A pop! A bang! July comes in;
Says August, "What a dreadful din!"
September brings her golden sheaves;
October waves her pretty leaves,
While pale November waits to see
December bring the Christmas tree.
They join their hands to make a ring,
And as they dance they merrily sing,
"Twelve months we are, you see us here,
We make the circle of the year.
We dance and sing, and children, hear,
We wish you all a glad New Year!"