The Months
by Sara Coleridge
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
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 damns.
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.
Fresh October brings the pheasents,
Then to gather nuts is pleasent.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
The months
Thirty days has September,
April, June, and November;
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting February alone,
And that has twenty-eight days clear
And twenty-nine in each leap year. – Anonymous
- The happy Birthday song is more than one hundred years old.
- It was written in 1893 (eigtheen ninety-three) by two sisters, Patty and Mildred Hill.
- They were schoolteachers in Louisville, Kentucky.
- The tune was originally a morning greeting to their students.
- The song title was “Good Morning to All”.
- It has been translated into dozens of languages.
- It is one of the three most popular songs in the English language.
- And now we are going to sing “Happy Birthday”.
- We dedicate this song to Haida because next June is her birthday.
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Haida
Happy Birthday to you!
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