It's time to skip, It's time to skii On a snow-filled hills In the month of January. As the snow melts, This dance is the beat Let's hold and sing songs In the month of February. Cold winds and frost bites Are a thing of the past As we feel the warmth In the month of March. Outside my window Dances a squirrel Spring has arrived In the month of April. Around the green fields We run and play While the sun smiles at us In the month of May. We play on the beach And throw water balloons On a hot summer's day In the month of June. Birds chirp and fly High up in the sky As we sip lemonade In the month of July. Winds on the ends It'll surely be missed As we dance in the cornfields In the month of August. As the birds fly away We must always remember To bid them farewell In the month of September. When the leaves turn orange And the winds grew cooler Autumn has arrived In the month of October. As the sun sets early And the skies get darker Snow starts falling In the month of November. We sip hot cocoas Sing carols together On a cold winter's night In the month of December.