Merry Maiden Spring

A winsome morning measure

Trips merry maiden Spring,

O'er daffodils and daisies,

To crown the Summer king.

And once the king is crowned,

And twilight 'gins to fall,

Brown Autumn slips the postern gate

At grim old Winter's call.

But soon the rosy morning

With joyous songs shall ring

And daffodils and daisies

Will welcome merry Spring.