Seasons In The Sun

In January it was cold, I'd lived where it was always sunny,
in February we made love - ready for November babies,
March made me laugh when the mad hare showed his teeth,
April tried to fool you and said: 'Here's a bunny beyond belief,'

Now it's May, everything growing, even right inside you,
my parents must have made love in Feb., I was born in November,
mother said she'd just rolled over after pre-natal classes,
nothing had changed, I was complete with beard and glasses.

In June and July, holiday always, so it was time to fly again,
August and September saw the end of your lovely summer,
October was 'cool,' as Jim liked to say, sometimes shout,
November, time was up, December, so I decided to come 'out.'

It was over, move towards the future now it's all done,
but with you here, I'll always have seasons in the sun.