.The lyrics are the best part. If you don't have time to listen, then just read the lyrics. It's more of a poem, really.
Oh, the January man, he walks abroad in woolen coat and boots of leather.
.The February man still wipes the snow from off his hair and blows his hand.
.The man of March, he sees the spring, and wonders what the year will bring, and hopes for better weather.
.Through April rain, the man goes down to watch the birds come in to share the summer.
.The man of May stands very still, watching the children dance away the day.
.In June, the man inside the man is young, and wants to lend a hand, and grins at each newcomer.
.And in July, the man in cotton shirts, he sits and thinks on being idle.
.The August man in thousands take the road and watch the sea and find the sun.
.September man is standing near to saddle up and lead the year, and autumn is his bridle.
.The man of new October takes the reins, and early frost is on his shoulder.
.The poor November man sees fire and wind and mist and rain and winter air.
.December man looks through the snow to let eleven brothers know they're all a little older.
.And the January man comes round again in woolen coat and boots of leather,
.To take another turn and walk along the icy road he knows so well.
.The January man is here for starting each and every year - along the road forever.