It's time to skip; it's time to ski
On snow filled hills...in the month of January
As the snow melts, "Lets Dance", says the bee,

"Let's hold hands and sing songs"... in the month of February
Cold winds and frostbites are a thing of the past,
As we feel the warmth... in the month of March

Outside my window dances the little squirrel,
Spring has finally arrived... in the month of April
Around the green fields, we run and play

While the sun smiles at us... in the month of May
We play on the beach and throw water balloons,
On a hot summer's day... in the month of June

The birds chirp and fly high, up in the sky,
As we sip cool lemonade... in the month of July


When summer comes to an end, it will surely be missed,
As we dance in the corn fields... in the month of August
As the birds fly away, we must always remember

To bid them farewell... in the month of September
When the leaves turn orange, and the winds grow cooler,
Autumn has arrived... in the month of October

As the sun sets early and the skies get darker,
Snow starts falling... in the month of November
We sip hot cocoa and sing carols together

On a cold winters night... in the month of December