April

April hustled around the bend,
And March went on her way.
Just like a child that's kept indoors,
And then turned out to play.

She chattered in her merry tones,
And started out to run.
Calling out along the lane,
The tricks that March had done.

Rain drops in her big blue eyes,
Were scattered by the gale.
And little acts she told in fun,
Made her a tattle-tale.


E. P. 1908 - 1989