Who scatters snowflakes? Who melts the ice? Who spoils the weather? Who makes it nice?
Who grows the four leaf clovers in June? Who dims the daylight? Who lights the moon?
Four little field mice who live in the sky.
Four little mice…like you and I.
One is the Spring mouse who turn on the showers.
Then come in the Summer who paint in the flowers.
The Fall mouse is next with walnuts and wheat.
And Winter is last… with little cold feet.
Aren’t we lucky the seasons are four? Think of a year with one less… or one more

-My daughter wrote this little poem when she was 6 years old