Then all the birdies parted,

And each one took to flight;

But every bird was happy

When he bade his love good-night.

JANUARY

With merry chimes and merry times

We'll greet the new year bright;

We'll turn a page that's new in age

And try to keep it white.

We'll look ahead and never dread

The wind in all his whirls,

For winter days and winter plays

Are good for boys and girls.

The wind will blow and drift the snow

O'er lakes and frozen rills;

But what care we? we'll happy be

A-coasting down the hills!

We'll build our forts for winter sports,

And make a man of snow;

And then we'll skate upon the lake,

And let the cold wind blow.

We like the ice and think it nice,

And wish 'twould always tarry;

Of all the year we hold most dear

The month of January.

FEBRUARY

The jolly month of winter time

Has called around once more;

And Mr. Ground-hog will be out

To tell us winter is not o'er.

He'll walk about in pig-ship style,

And, ere the day is done,

He'll freeze his nose and chill his toes

And wish he hadn't come.

Then soon will come old Valentine

With lots of fun to see;

He'll have a face that looks like you,

And one that looks like me.

And next will come a birthday

Of one who once was great--

We'll dance and shout and all turn out

And help to celebrate

The birth of one who never lied,

And thus he lived until he died--

George Washington.

MARCH

The month of March has come again

With blowing, snowing blast;

The winds are piercing in their search,

But come too late to last.

But as the month will onward march,

The winds will warmer grow;

Until 'tis seen the earth is green

And vanished has the snow.

Then comes the sweetest time of all,

When sap flows up the tree;

When sugar-makers busy are

A-making cakes for me.

For I'm the girl who likes the cakes

Made from that sugar sweet--

They're better far than all the gum

That's chewed upon the street.

This is the time I like so well

And wish 'twere always here.

Of all the months that call around

I think March sweetest of the year.

APRIL

The welcome month of April,

With sunshine and with showers,

Sets all the buds to swelling

And brings the early flowers.

And nature now has wakened

From her long and wintry sleep,

And dandelions are peeping

In the grasses at our feet.

The bullfrog loud is calling

From the pond or running stream,

And the nesting birds are cooing

In their early "love's young dream."

The hop-toad in the cellar

Thinks he'll take a look without,

And old shanghi on the fence

Crows and flops his wings about.

And I am just as happy

As the butterfly or bee,

For the showery month of April

Is a welcome month to me.

MAY

The sweetest time of all the year

Is when the month of May draws near.

The air is sweet with rich perfume

That comes from apple-trees in bloom.

The peach-tree sheds its fragrance too,

And sips alike its share of dew.

The lilac blooms and shows its right

To make this month a flowery sight.

The pansy lifts her welcome face

From out her long-leaved hiding-place.

The violet blossoms as of old

And shows her color true as gold.

The brooks they ripple as they go

From brink to brink, in ceaseless flow.

The lark sails high on upward wing--

All Nature's glad to greet the spring.

The wild flowers blossom in the wood,

And all proclaim that God is good.

Of all the months I'd have to stay

It is the flowery month of May.

JUNE

The month of June brings roses sweet,

And daisies blooming at our feet;

When Nature sings her sweetest tune,

'Tis in the balmy month of June.

And glad vacation June will bring,

Then old school bells will cease to ring,

But wedding bells their sweet refrain

Will ring and ring out just the same.

Now lilies white upon the stream,

In early morning will be seen;

And cherries ripe upon the tree

Are tempting to the birds and me.

So robin hops from limb to limb,

And seems to think they're all for him;

And gets his share, and even more,

Before the cherry time is o'er.

This is the month that suits me best,

And I love it better than all the rest;

I'd always sing the same gay tune,

If all the months were just like June.

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:

Text in italics is surrounded by underscores: _italics_.

Inconsistencies in spelling and hyphenation have been retained from the

original.

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