Beware, beware of April the 12th!
It's bad for your health
It sits on a shelf
Calendar pages forgotten by most
Ignored by many
Just another day
Like so many
The day don't mean a thing
Except to a girl who twirled her ring
On an April 12th many years ago
She danced and she sang and chased after the future
This was the race she was going to win
Come Hell or high water this was sink or swim.
Calendar pages went by and by and for a while she thought she was winning,
She could touch the sky.
But Spring can be cruel, it will play you a fool.
You can drown in a drizzle or in the sea.
It makes no difference to April, it makes no difference to me.
Beware the Ides' of March and the Spring that comes right after.
They leave scars for all to see.
You win nothing
But they shall never purchase salt again.
As long as you both shall live.