"Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
To come forth like the spring-time, fresh and green."
-- Herrick, "Corinna's Going a-Maying"
A time of blossoms on the trees,
Sweet scents of smiling Spring--
Your "Pote" must scratch his thinning thatch,
In search of songs to sing.
The cuckoo coocks, the tweetie tweets,
The cricket ventures out,
While crabgrass claims the wintered lawn,
And dandelions sprout.
RR 5-1-11
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