March

Ratatantan, ratatantan, ratatantan:

The marshal's harrier

Bites arid fights

The water carrier.

Mossed as a druid,

Under the wall

Thin waters fall

And turn into fluid

Petals of tulips, and hard regalias

Of lilies and dahlias.

Then, as they brawl,

Jupiter leaned from his vast snow cage,

Cuffed the marshal's harrier -

Still in a rage he bites and fights

The wall grown mouldier,

Where stiff as a soldier

Stands the breeze,

Like a handy andy,

And words they bandy

Under the dandy

Dinmont trees.