There are lots of people with birthdays in November.
The amount of them is quite a large sum.
In this big club, I happen to be a member.
My flower of the month is a chrysanthemum.
That word is a good stumper in a spelling bee.
Correctly spelled, nobody calls you “dumb”.
In November, there are not many flowers to see.
It is not a month with botanical pizzazz.
That’s when we see leaves falling from the tree.
My birthstone is the semiprecious topaz.
As far as jewels go, it isn’t worth much.
I’m really not into that gemology jazz.
We November people come through in the clutch.
In this great big world, we are the ones to know.
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