March brings breezes loud and shrill, stirs the dancing daffodil
April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daises at our feet
May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,Fills the children's hand with posies
Hot july brings cooling showers,Apricots and gillyflowers
August brings the sheaves of corn,Then the harvest home is borne
Warm september brings the fruit, Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
