APRIL
He peers and pries, no fear he shows,
When suddenly his eyes meet mine;
He puts his thumb upon his nose;
"For shame, oh, what a naughty sign!"
When suddenly his eyes meet mine;
He puts his thumb upon his nose;
"For shame, oh, what a naughty sign!"
Of ill-bred stares he takes his fill,
Then squints one eye with look of scorn,
And, perching on the window-sill,
He cuts a caper and is gone.
Then squints one eye with look of scorn,
And, perching on the window-sill,
He cuts a caper and is gone.
And yet his presence bids me sing,
For although not brought up by rule,
He is the promise of the Spring,
For he's the merry April Fool.
For although not brought up by rule,
He is the promise of the Spring,
For he's the merry April Fool.
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