SPRING FEVER
What a beneficent day this is:
Sumer is icumen in,
Lilacs at the door now bloom,
Our time for flowering has come.
Toss the cumbrous coats aside.
Light and lithesome is our style.
We’ll be darkly cloaked no more.
Warmth has reached our northern shores.
From our caverns we’ll emerge,
For frolicking we feel the urge.
Setting out plants and pulling weeds
With gardening fervor we are seized
Old bones step out with vigor and vim
And all the world is young again.
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