Who scatters snowflakes? Who melts the ice?
Who spoils the weather? Who makes it nice?
Who grows four-leaf clovers in June?
Who dims the daylight? Who lights the moon?
Four little field mice who live in the sky.
Four little field mice...like you and I.
One is the Springmouse who turns on the showers.
Then comes the Summer who paints in the flowers.
The Fallmouse is next with walnuts and wheat.
And Winter is last...with little cold feet.
Aren't we lucky the seasons are four?
Think of a year with one less...or one more!
borrowed with love from: Frederick by Leo Lionni
Cheery last season of the year to you and yours.