Lord Spring

Lord Spring leaps through town today,

wearing bright blue stockings.

And he who has two young legs

leaps sap-joyously and sun-sated after,

to partake in his bounty.

There he is, near the gabled house,

his pockets full of gifts;

and the hands stretch toward him -

everyone would like a bouquet

for his sweetheart, hey!

I fetch myself a sweetheart

away from her glasses and bowls.

Hat on! We're running across the square!

Lord Spring, to unlock her bosom,

a yellow cowslip key!