White-haired grumpy old man: that’s Winter,
All kinds of snowflakes it does blither,
Watch its chilly tongue, it bites and slithers.
Merry, naughty, youthful lad: it’s Spring,
Don’t get caught in its love-springe,
Bees and flowers have the most bitter sting.
Summer: time for the Sun to bummer,
Her rays playing hide and seek with clouds,
Nature, dressed in a rainbow, laughs out loud.
Autumn’s wearing a rusty raincoat,
A nasty flu he must have caught,
His running nose and tears are washing up the streets.