[Douglas G. Brown]

A score and ten days constitute September,
As well as with November and with June;
And April has the same, I must remember
(Which doesn’t get me halfway through this tune.)

Now February’s such a special case,
I’ve placed it in the middle of my rime;
A score and eight its designated days
(At least they are, three-quarters of the time.)

But on the other twenty-five percent
Of years, ol’ February takes a leap
Ahead a day; a rather odd event
(To compensate for solar system creep.)

And when that cus-sed February’s done,
October, August, May, July, December,
And March all count their days as thirty-one
(Along with one more month I can’t remember.)