When Mr. Southwind sighs in the pines,
Old Mr. Winter whimpers and whines.
Down in the meadow
Under the snow,
April is teaching green things to grow.

When Mr. Westwind hums in the blades,
Old Mr. Summer nods in the shade.
Down in the meadow
Deep in the brook,
Catfish are waiting for the hook.

Old lady blackbird flirts with the scarecrow.
Scarecrow is waving at the moon.
Old Mr. Moon makes hearts everywhere go bump, bump,
With the magic of June.

When Mr. Eastwind shouts overhead,
Then all the leaves turn yellow and red.
Down in the meadow,
Corn stalks are high,
Pumpkins are ripe and ready for pie.

Old lady blackbird flirts with the scarecrow.
Scarecrow is waving at the moon.
Old Mr. Moon makes hearts everywhere go bump, bump
With the magic of June.

When Mr. Northwind rolls on the breeze,
Old Father Christmas trims all the trees.
Down in the meadow,
Snow softly gleams.
Earth goes to sleep
And smile in her dreams.