Now comes that joyous time of year
When folks are shouting Spring Is Here!
With furious song, the birds are bursting,
And buds, too, which for sap were thirsting.
I’m bursting, too, if one but knew,
With much more work than I can do.
Anathema, I fear, to me,
That term “Busier than the bee.”
by Ray Romine Friday, November 30, 1951
