In January everything freezes
We have two children. Both are she'ses
This is our January rule
One girl in bed, and one in school

In February the blizzard whirls
We own a pair of little girls
Blessings upon of each the head
The one in school and the one in bed

March is the month of cringe and bluster
Each of our children has a sister
They cling together like Hansel and Gretel
With their noses glued to the benzoin kettle

April is made of impetuous waters
And doctors looking down throats of daughters
If we had a son too, and a thoroughbred
We'd have a horse
And a boy
And two girls
In bed