Ah spring, ’tis here, the poet croons;
Birds strain themselves with vernal tunes;
Buds get all hepped up and uncurly,
To open leaves a week too early,
And one odd class of mankind shows
Excitement over spades and hoes.
Me thrill to spring? Just let it pass–
It’s almost time to cut the grass.
by Ray Romine Thursday, April 3, 1952
