The queerest month in all the year
Comes always fourth in line
The reason is, you never know
Just when the sun will sine.
It may be dark and gloomy with clouds as black as night.
Which parting suddenly reveals a patch of bright sunlight.
There may not be a cloud in sight
The sky bluest of blue.
It seems its getting warmer I think
Our cold spell's past, don't you?
Oh yes, let's plant some garden seed
They'll grow now without fail.
But hark! I hear a rumble
A dash of rain, then hail,
And then again the sun shines bright
But b-r-r it's really cold.
I think that old man weather
Is really much too bold.
Sometimes the ground is frozen
Now and then a little snow
But folks, I have a secret
I want you all to know.
I don't know who divided
The year in to twelve parts
But I must say of weathers
They all too soon run short
Mother Earth called each one and placed
Its weather on its lap
Miss April being late that morn was given all the scraps.
by Elizabeth Calkins
January 25, 1933
[Thanks Mom, I loved this one, I remember you reciting it to me as a little girl, although this was written over 2 eyars before I was born.]
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