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TWELVE
This is the time when January goes
Across the moor, with chilblains on his toes.
Across the moor, with chilblains on his toes.
Next comes the time when February drops
Ten thousand tons of water on the crops.
Ten thousand tons of water on the crops.
There follow hours when March, the Year's bad boy,
Uproots an elm, with shrieks of windy joy.
Uproots an elm, with shrieks of windy joy.
April arrives, to give near baby rills
A dancing-lesson to her daffodils.
A dancing-lesson to her daffodils.
May, with a heartfelt cry, is here to bless
The brook with little island-homes of cress.
The brook with little island-homes of cress.
But who is this? Revealing June appears,
To tell us she's the dearest dear of dears.
To tell us she's the dearest dear of dears.
July's a romp! She eggs you on to play
At choking Uncle in a cock of hay.
At choking Uncle in a cock of hay.
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Hurrah for August! She has found the knack
Of turning hedgeside berries sweet and black.
Of turning hedgeside berries sweet and black.
September follows. Ask the squirrels why
They think her more a lady than July.
They think her more a lady than July.
October, have you still a fierce desire
To make the beech-tree's foliage look like fire?
To make the beech-tree's foliage look like fire?
So, misty-eyed November, yet once more
You damp the paint upon the nursery door!
You damp the paint upon the nursery door!
One fact, December, is extremely plain:
No goose desired to have you here again!
No goose desired to have you here again!
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