June sends us flowers and she stretches the hours,
      But January pulls on his coat.
June's vegetables grow as her warm breezes blow,
     But January has a sore throat.

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Under June’s bright blue sky the swallows will fly,
      But January never sees these.

In June, we have fun as we play in the sun,
     But January brings us a sneeze.

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Let’s go on a plane and leave this cold rain.
     Let's see January far from these shores.
Australians say: 'Well, welcome.  G’day -
     Our January’s better than yours.'

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For the sun’s shining high in their lovely blue sky,
     It's summer and birds love to sing.
When their leaves turn gold and it starts to get cold,
     The north of our world has its spring.

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