We all look forward to the snowdrops The harbinger of spring In many shades of white Offtimes tinged with green Beautiful, oh so beautiful Sweeping swathes of green tinged white But they shrink into nothingness Against the aconite Aconite of deepest gold Brighter than the sun Aconite the first to show Amid deep winters gloom When the aconite first does show Bluetits start to flit and sing You see it's not the snowdrop Who is the harbinger of spring
Strangely not many people know that the aconite flowers before the snowdrop