The months are met with their crownlets on As Julius Caesar crowned them With slaves, the gentlemen thirty-one And the ladies thirty round them But who shall be monarch of all you ask? Go ask of the boys and maidens For that is the lads' and the lasses' task And they choose him afar in cadence October! October! March to the dull and sober! The suns of May For the schoolgirls' play But give to the boys October October! October!