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I am a giant.
I tromp through the forest.
The wind sings me a nursery rhyme.
I love the month of January and the forest so white.
I say hello to the butterfly and he tells me his secret.
He has tasted the sweetness of dew.
I wish I could, too.
I love the month of May and the flowers with their bright colors.
The snow drifts everywhere.
But beneath my feet lie hidden treasures,
in all the colors of the rainbow.
I love the month of November
And the gentle flakes of snow.