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When Mr South Wind sighs in the pines, |
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old Mr Winter whimpers and whines. |
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Down in the meadow, under the snow, |
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April is teaching green things to grow. |
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When Mr West Wind howls in a glade, |
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old Mr Summer nods in the shade. |
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Down in the meadow, deep in the brook, |
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catfish are waiting for the hook. |
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Old Lady Blackbird flirts with the scarecrow, |
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scarecrow is waving at the moon. |
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Old Mr Moon makes hearts everywhere go bump, bump, |
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with the magic of June. |
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When Mr East Wind shouts over head, |
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then all the leaves turn yellow and red. |
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Down in the meadow corn stocks are high |
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pumpkins are ripe and ready for pie. |
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Old Lady Blackbird flirts with the scarecrow, |
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scarecrow's waving at the Moon. |
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Old Mr Moon makes hearts everywhere go bump-bump |
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with the magic of June. |
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When Mr North Wind rolls on the breeze, |
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old father Christmas trims over trees. |
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Down in the meadow snow shoftly gleams |
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earth goes to sleep and smiles in her dreams. |
