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Last night, November slipped away.
She blew a kiss and said so long, but she just couldn't stay.
Kind December moved in in her stead,
With glistening eyes of ice.
But he brought along his companion Cold,
Who we all know ain't quite so nice.
But soon enough that motley pair will leave,
When solemn January comes by.
February will follow him, a twinkle in her eye.
After that, sweet simple March, of more cheerful disposition,
And after him gloomy April's rain
Will oust March from his position.
But after her moody tirades, the month I'm waiting for;
April will sit bolt upright at the knock upon her door.
When it swings wide open and lets in the sun that day,
There will we be standing, me and my friend May.

- Something silly, for the someone at whose door May and I will be standing. X