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April springs its rains and snows

upon the leaf that flutters the twig that grows.

Patches of grasses are peeping from beneath the white

they are keeping their appointment with a summer's night.

The sun is bursting forth from behind the clouds

it is tearing holes through those hoary shrouds.

It prigs the steed and the mare that follows,

warms my back and glistens on the gallows.

The sun is defeating the winter season,

it is giving springtime its summer's reason.

At the docks the ships are rocking.

They are restless from their winters docking.

The sailors swab the decks with salt and soap.

Their starry eyes are bright and lined with hope.

Deep in the ocean the leviathans are mating,

the males are frolicking the females are waiting.

Back at home,

The pretty young lasses are making their passes

at every prospective young lover that passes.

They are making whatever passes for passes

those naughty young lasses!

You'd think that their lover would run for cover,

but he doesn't.

Instead he buzzes like a bee from flower to flower

in this springtime courtship hour.

In this springtime courtship hour

The lover hides with her lover beneath the bower.

And kiss upon kiss rains down upon lips

like multitudinous blossoms that fall down upon the river

with a sound like rain that whispers.

And kiss upon kiss does the satyr deliver

as he chases a maiden along the river.

As she flies on little winged feet stamping out beat upon beat

as she dodges this way and that

never loosing her new spring hat

of flowers and ivy that clings ever so lightly

to her bright form as she ducks benieth the underbrush.

Her tail flickers like the breast of a thrush

as she lies there peeping from benieth the underbrush.

The sayter follows her in never knowing it was he

that was done in!

Flowers upon flowers are beating down upon the hours

of Springtime.

Florescent, evervescent, florescent with flowers!