Come hell-or-high-water, come flood-tide, or parch,
I see by the papers we’re well into March.
My dotter approaches her mummy and doddy
With “Greetings–what shall I do with the body?”
After we both have choked, and regained our breath, it
Is clear that she wanted to know how to dreath it;
Will her shoes alone do it, or wear the galoshes?
(Anything but a shoe that squishes and squashes);
Should she take an umbrella and rain-coat, or not?
Will it snow and turn colder, or warm up, or what?
Which coat should she wear, which hat, and which mittens?
For March is as playful as six little kittens.
“Just remember there is a blizzard reclining
Over the hill, though the sun may be shining;
“So, over your prettiest bathingest suit
Wear winter clothes, and a slicker to boot.
“Though this is a bore when you want to go gadding,
You can bamboozle March by subtracting or adding.”
by Ray Romine Friday, March 31, 1944