March borrowed from April three days and they were ill
The first of them the wind did blow
The second of them was frost and snow
The third of them was such a freeze
That all the birds stuck to then trees
March came in like a lion and parted like a lamb
But first a stormy war was waged
As wilful March in anger raged
And with a breath so cold and chill
He froze the clouds fast to the hill
March came in like a lion and parted like a lamb
All anger spent a gentle breeze
Warmed the earth and stirred the trees
And welcoming the newborne spring
The joyful birds began to sing.
© Hilary James 1991