Songbirds are nesting and trees are green,
The weather's something in-between...
I think I'll find an old cane pole,
Then camp out at a fishing hole.

Should rabbits eat my garden fair
I'll smile and replant, I don't care--
For when Queen May arrives in town
No one should ever wear a frown.

She comes in Princess April's wake,
Who's scrubbed and polished up the lake
And left a trail of flowers sweet
Which May will gather, week by week,

To weave into a floral crown
She'll wear above her grassy gown.

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