Oh sweet April! With your showers so full and pastels blooming–you sweep me away at each, each arrival.
Bringing me dreams upon dreams of free, free days and long light nights; oh glorious strolls!
strolls of green, green, green.
Oh sweet April! With your pollen so thick, I feel I’m breathing through a woolly filter–you sweep in all the life, right into my body
And I lay down with you in absolute agony.
Oh sweet April; my Dear sweet April– how I love to hate thee, yet can’t even
Try to hate thee.
