The Year Is New

The Year Is New Behold a brand new year Still gleaming white and clear No marks yet on her perfect face Just a baby year full of grace January is it's first baby name With soft white snow she came Bells and whistles announced her birth All celebrated with joy and mirth Baby February is still quite small And doesn't do very much at all Her soft white snow has turned to gray And she stays up longer every day Baby March starts out loud With lots of wind and grayish cloud But soon is warm and turning green And now she isn't very clean Little April is sprouting up With lots of Tulips and a Butter Cup Now she loves being clean There's more showers than you've ever seen Now we have adolescent May In the rain she loves to play All the rain makes the flowers grow May loves flowers. Don't you know? Here comes teenage June Now everything's in bloom All shades of green and colors galore And a boy knockin' on her door Miss July is a beautiful lady She is both sunny and shady Sometimes hot and sometimes cool But mostly pleasant is the rule Miss August isn't nice at all Her color's faded, she's very tall With a temperament that's very hot She wears her hair in a knot September comes with Bumble Bees Harvesting and cool degrees Colorful leaves upon the trees And lots of pollen to make you sneeze Miss October is cold and gray Let's everything around decay Leaves pumpkins on the front door stoop Costumes on children in a group Miss November is old and white Blows cold air every night Let the barn door open wide Now there's no Turkey there inside Miss December walks with a cane Hobbling down memory lane She'll soon be gone, but we won't mourn Because another baby year will be born. Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)