She packed her bags and left no note.
She must have eloped with May . . .
Who arrested April, that pill, and Marched away.
After March got tested, sprung and weary,
He shacked up with that slut February.
A restless mate, off with January ran,
After December, bright New Year in hand
They shoveled heaps of Christmas snow,
Then with November, all fell so low.
Since an October fall was due,
September got picked and put in stew.
When autumn brought on gusts of wind,
July taught August to lust and sin.
Where on earth did July get his moon?
You heard the man. He got it from June.
