April I fly kites high up on the sky.May I swing petals round and round in a ring.June I croon soft clouds to dance in tune.July I blow so boats they really go!August I bring the rain from hiding far away.September I vouch that birds may ride down south.October I swirl the leaves to drop and curl.November I puff what is left into piles of stuff.December I thrive to make big snowflakes jive.January I boost your skates to slide so smooth.February I may just lay low, barely awake.March I revive and welcome the new spring to arrive.