Baby, it's cold outside

January cold and desolate;


February dripping wet;

March wind ranges;

April changes;

Birds sing in tune

To flowers of May,
And sunny June

Brings longest day;

In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly,

Lightning-torn;

August bears corn,

September fruit;

In rough October

Earth must disrobe her;

Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long

And cold is strong

In bleak December.

Christina Rossetti