The Month That I Like Best

The month that I like best? It’s hard to say . . . For January’s nice, and April, too; But if I have to choose just one, it’s May. In May, we celebrate Memorial Day! But what of February, March—those two? The month that I like best? It’s hard to say . . . In May, there’s smell of flowers and fresh-mown hay, September and October? Each their due! But if I have to choose just one, it’s May. In May, with longer days, more time to play! In June, July, and August? Skies are blue. The month that I like best? It’s hard to say . . . In May, the warmer days are here to stay! November and December? Much to do . . . But if I have to choose just one, it’s May. In May, my Mom and Grandma made entrée! And as for me, I, too, was born on cue. The month that I like best? It’s hard to say . . . But if I have to choose just one, it’s May.