Sing a song of Spring-time, <br />The world is going round, <br />Blown by the south wind: <br />Listen to its sound. <br />'Gurgle' goes the mill-wheel, <br />'Cluck' clucks the hen; <br />And it's O for a pretty girl <br />To kiss in the glen. <br /> <br />Sing a song of Summer, <br />The world is nearly still, <br />The mill-pond has gone to sleep, <br />And so has the mill. <br />Shall we go a-sailing, <br />Or shall we take a ride, <br />Or dream the afternoon away <br />Here, side by side? <br /> <br />Sing a song of Autumn, <br />The world is going back; <br />They glean in the corn-field, <br />And stamp on the stack. <br />Our boy, Charlie, <br />Tall, strong, and light: <br />He shoots all the day <br />And dances all the night. <br /> <br />Sing a song of Winter, <br />The world stops dead; <br />Under snowy coverlid <br />Flowers lie abed. <br />There's hunting for the young ones <br />And wine for the old, <br />And a sexton in the churchyard <br />Digging in the cold.<br /><br />William Cosmo Monkhouse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-the-seasons/
