Other seasons come to mind:
Summer, Spring, and even fall,
None of which is far behind.
First it snows then melts and then
It snows until it's bleaker,
But I see signs of other times -
Whirlygig in my sneaker!
Now it's time to shovel snow
But soon the days will see
I'll shovel all those whirlygigs
That fall from the maple tree.
(Damn things.)
