The first four months

 (Bougenvillea - My painting, Momma said - she will frame it (God knows when!)

Months pass one by one

First comes January with the Sun

It's freezing cold

As I told

Then comes February when it's hot 

You'll feel like your in a pot 

Then comes March when the weather is alright

Lot's of fun in sight

Then comes April when the summer starts 

You'll feel so hot right in your heart