Occupations of the Months

January By this fire I warm my hands;
February with my spade I dig my lands.
March Here I plant my seeds for spring;
April and here I hear the sweet birds sing.
May I am as light as bird on bough;
June and I weed my corn now.
July With my scythe my field I mow;
August and here I cut my corn down low.
September With my flail I earn by bread;
October and here I sow my wheat so red.
November Here with my ax I kill my swine;
December and at Christmas I drink red wine.

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