Through the Year (Стихотворение)

Flora Willis Watson

In January falls the snow.
In February, cold winds blow.
In March peep out the early flowers.
Then April comes with sunny showers.
In May, the roses bloom so gay.
In June, the farmer mows the hay.
In July, bright shines the sun.
In August harvest has begun.
September turns the green leaves brown.
October winds then blow them down.
November fills with bleak and drear.
December comes and ends the year.

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Версия на украинском языке: Січень заносить (Стихотворение)