Oh, March, you foxy, fickle month!
Why do you tease me so?
Sending balmy sunshine one day,
And on another, snow!
The breeze that whispered thoughts of spring
the day before are gone!
Replaced by frozen winds that sing
A very different song!
The tulips in their beds arose
Confused by winter air!
For you had coaxed them from their sleep,
Then laughed at their despair!
I think you need a harsh rebuke
From April, May and June!
For you give spring a bad name, March,
With your tricksy siren's tune!
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