Dear Editor:
January needs a little poem and here it is (entitled January Thaw).
January is thaw, thaw, thawing,
Crows in the woods are caw, caw, cawing.
Grandpa in his barn is saw, saw, sawing;
Little newborn calf is mah, mah, mahing.
Lambs outside are bah, bah, bahing.
Grandma at a joke is hah, hah, hahing.
Neighbours just keep jaw, jaw, jawing;
Inside on the telly folks are rah, rah, rahing.
Baby put to bed is yah, yah, yawning;
And so ends the day until daw, daw, dawning.
Mabel Barkman,
Eden House, Guelph-Eramosa