Hello shiny April. You’ve been gone so long.
Yet here you are, dancing and singing your song.
To rouse us from sleeping, to shake us awake,
With each stomping, Spring-loaded step that you take.
You scatter tomfoolery as you begin,
Then sit back and wait for buffoons to join in.
Renowned for your bluster, new life and for showers,
The call of the cuckoo, an abundance of flowers.
The panic of tax-forms, the National races,
The Marathon runners are put through their paces.
Is it true? Is it false that we’ve never had snow
In the last week of April? You have 5 minutes …GO!