Months And Seasons by Meish Goldish.

January, February, middle of March,

Brrr! In the cold I'm stiff as starch!
Let's make a snowball, sled down a hill.
Wintertime, wintertime, time to chill!

April, May, to the middle of June,

Ahh! What a nice cool afternoon!
Let's fly a kite, and plant pretty flowers.
Springtime, springtime, time for showers!

July, August, middle of September.

Ouch! Got a sunburn I'll always remember!
Let's go swimming, let's eat a peach.
Summertime, summertime, time for the beach!

October, November, middle of December.

Hey! each day grows shorter than September!
Let's see the leaves fall, let's bake a cake
Autumntime, autumntime, time for a rake!

Hooray for the seasons all through the year,

One just left and another one's here!
I love the seasons, each is a ball:
Wintertime, springtime, summertime, fall.

The Months by Sara Coleridge

January brings the snow;
Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain;

Thaws the frozen pond again.

March brings the wind so cold and chill;

Drives the cattle from the hill.

April brings us sun and showers,

And the pretty wildwood flowers.

May brings grass and leafy trees,

Waviang in each gentle breeze.
June brings roses, fresh and fair,
And the cherries ripe and rare.

July brings the greatest heat,

Cloudless skies and dusty street.

August brings the golden grain;

Harvest time is here again.

Mild September brings us more

Fruit and grain, for winter store.

Brown October brings the last

Of ripening gifts, from summer past.

Dull November brings the blast:

Down from the trees the leaves fall fast.

Cold December ends the rhyme

With blazing fires and Christmas time.