(no subject)

[thuggins]

April, come she will 
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May, she will stay
Resting in my arms again
June, she'll change her tune
In restless walks she'll prowl the night
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight
August, die she must
Autumn winds grow chilly and cold

September, I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old...