When November passed away
And December came,
I was wounded..
When you came along;
cold hearted January,
you wanted me to bleed!
February wanted dirty dogs to lick my wounds,
March wanted blisters inside of my mouth.
When April wanted to kill my mind,
May wanted me to live in constant fright.
When June started, my body got tired,
so when June ended;
that’s when my body died..