[bad word] she will 
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain; 
May, she will stay, 
Resting in my arms again. 
June, she'll change her tune, 
In restless walks she'll prowl the night; 
July, she will fly 
And give no warning to her flight. 

August, die she must, 
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold; 
September I'll remember 
love once new has now grown old.