“Oh, Green, Green, Green, Green, Green!”
Since April does expect to have her fling;
an idiot’s delight, her trees will crest.
As yellow-noise among her branches sing,
she lifts my spirit with her colors blessed.
April’s here, awakens from her slumber
and all the dandelions sing her song.
Her splendid call delights the many numbers
of lush and leafy circles; vines so long.
But, oh, defies allegiance from my heart
since winter’s gone and left but morning chill.
No matter, I will trust her insane start;
my mind befuddled neath her greener will.
Oh, lunatic! enchanter of the Spring.
Compelled to be a partner to your green.