|Too wet to play outdoors|
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Grumping Toward Spring
(What I should feel, I suppose)
Spring is Nature's teen-age daughter,
April eyes and petal cheeks
Blossoming through maidenhood
To womanhood in transient weeks.
(What I really feel)
Spring is Nature's teen-age daughter
Doing things she hadn't oughter.
Wish I were as young as spring. . .
I'd be doing the same darned thing.