MY NAME IS AUGUST

We are twelve

Together we make the year

But why, among us all

Do I seem to be held least dear?

I am a pleasing month, I think

True, sometimes I dawn quite hot

Yet many days, shiny and bright

Warm and balmy, not

Really too hot. That’s clear,

I think.

Make me to be a favorite month

Give me some wonderful holiday

To celebrate

And I’ll take my rightful place

Among the twelve

And dwell there in my new happy state,

Happily

In my new honored state.