Hard on the coattails of Winter,
Comes April, ebullient queen.
She laughs as she opens each bud-sheathe;
And clutters the place with her green.
She pooh-poohs the worries about her,
As happily dancing along
She touches the heart of all mankind,
And clutters that dull place with song.
by Ray Romine Sunday, December 21, 1952
