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Rest in peace dearest Fred.

Words (my best approximation):

When chuckie pig do grow on emmet tump,
And maggie pie from wurzle tree do frown,
Then a deep depression centred on the North Atlantic will advance on an occluded front across South Western areas with a subsequent fall in barometric pressure,
And mighty soon it will be piddling down.

January brings the snow,
Makes your feet and fingers glow.
February's ice and sleet,
Freeze the toes right off your feet.
Welcome March with wintery wind,
Worst the word not so unkind.
April comes with sweet spring showers,
On and on for hours and hours.
Farmers fear unkindly May,
Frost by night and hail by day.
June just rains and never stops,
Thirty days and floods the crops.
And July is just the same,
But with slightly warmer rain.
August comes the sun is hot,
Is it shining? Not it's not!
Cool September's mist and mud,
Is enough to chill the blood.
Then October adds a gale,
Storm and tempest, sleet and hail.
Calm November brings the fog,
Shouldn't do it to a dog.
Freezing wet December then,
Bloody January again!