In honor of Spring's rebirth today and World Poetry Day tomorrow:
We like March ~ his shoes are purple.
He is new and high
Makes he mud for dog and peddler
Makes he forest dry
Knows the adder's tongue his coming,
And begets her spot
Stands the sun so close and mighty
That our minds are hot.
News is he of all the others
Bold it were to die
With Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky.
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