April’s in with a wash, May’s out with a bloom.
June’s always good, July ends too soon.
August is hot, a time for the beach.
September’s when summer’s furthest from reach.
October refreshes with crispness and hue.
November we’re thanked for so much to do.
December’s for holidays when winter’s still bright.
January is mostly a long frozen night.
February’s short yet seems without end,
it’s the month of love and a shadowy friend.
Then time for the lion to come marching in –
for a spring outing with lambs and a grin.