A SONG OF WEATHER
By Flanders and Swan
A Song of the Weather Flanders & Swann https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qV-VO5eXOA

January brings the snow, Makes your feet and fingers glow.
February's ice and sleet, Freeze the toes right off your feet.
Welcome March with wint'ry wind, Would thou wert not so unkind.
April brings the sweet Spring showers, On and on for hours and hours.
Farmers fear unkindly May, Frost by night and hail by day.
June just rains and never stops, Thirty days and spoils the crops.
In July the sun is hot. Is it shining? No, it's not.
August, cold and dank and wet, Brings more rain than any yet.
Bleak September's mist and mud, Is enough to chill the blood.
Then October adds a gale, Wind and slush and rain and hail.
Dark November brings the fog, Should not do it to a dog.
Freezing wet December; then, Bloody January again!

Flanders and Swann parody of the following Nursery Rhyme;

January brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes sharp and shrill, Shakes the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lillies, roses, Fills the children's hands 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.
Brown October brings the pheasant, Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves go whirling past.
Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire and Christmas treat.