Fools Day

Sweet Spring’s so glad to be sweet Spring
The dandelions their suns do pop,
And wings of birds be glad to wing,
Into the trees, the very top,
That at the month of April, fair,
There be not Fool’s Day anywhere,
For who’d enough be fool to say
I be no fool to think it’s May?

Then April, May, come two as one,
Show off your colors, wave your flags!
Ray kindness of your living sun
To warm us out of Winter’s rags!
Sweet spring, sweet Spring, now end all sleep!
Let love-of-living be more deep;
More deep, more high, more wide and fair,
That happy fools be everywhere!

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