The seasons

Summer’s day

Winter’s night

Spring might say,

Autumn’s not right!

Summer replies,

But uses some lies.

So Winter can’t find

Something to say!

Spring has May,

Autumn has September.

But there is still a bit of November,

Autumn says, I am cold,

But I’m not old!

But everyone just sighs and goes.

And poor Autumn is left below,

Until he finds Autumn leaves!