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 When
July comes, I march around,
Like the people in parades, I see in town.
I decorate my wagon, just for fun
And wave a flag at everyone.
In July I see, high in the sky,
Fireworks bursting on the 4th of July.
There are always picnics and races, too
And everyone dresses in red, white and blue.
And when it gets too hot to play.
I jump in water and splash all day.
I love July, don’t you, too?
Especially, when there is no school!
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When June comes around, I like to go
Out in the yard and try to blow
Great big bubbles in the sky
And watch them float, way up high.
I like to search all around
For bug and butterflies, up and down.
Sometimes I grab a garden hose
And sprinkle the flowers and even my toes.
June is special in many ways
Starry nights and sunny days.
It also is the time to say,
“I love you Dad, Happy Father’s Day!”
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THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY
A Monthly Rhyme Story by Jean Warren
 When
it’s May, I like to go
Out and watch the flowers grow.
But most of all I love to play
With my bat and ball all day.
Bees and butterflies, fly around
Flowers on branches and on the ground.
Baby birds safe in their nests,
Ready to give their wings a test.
Little squirrels run and play.
In the merry month of May.
What a special time of year,
Now that summer is almost here!
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 When
April comes, I pack my gear
So I’ll be ready when showers appear.
I love to splash in puddles all day.
Just like a duck, out at play.
Sometimes I look up in the sky
And spot a rainbow, way up high.
What a special time of year,
When chicks, bunnies and eggs appear!
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WHEN
MARCH BLOWS IN
A monthly rhyme story by Jean Warren
When March blows in, I love to fly
My little kite up in the sky.
Up, up it goes, around and around,
While I tag along, my feet on the ground.
Everything's blowing, wind socks, too.
Things are budding and hatching new.
What a special time of year,
When spring suddenly starts to appear!
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When February comes I hope to find,
My mailbox filled with valentines.
It is a time for everyone
To join in all the holiday fun.
First, you cut out hearts of red
And glue them on a doilie bed.
Then, you write on “I Love You”
And send them off to whom they’re to.
What a special time of year,
Remembering loved ones, oh so dear.
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When January comes, I like to go
Out to play in the cold, white snow. 
I wear my boots and a wool hat
And I play snow games with the neighbor's cat.
Other children come and we build a man
Made of snow with sticks for hands.
What a happy time of year,
When snowflakes fall on my face and ears.
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