We like March. His Shoes are Purple— He is new and high— Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler. Makes he Forests dry. Knows the Adder Tongue his coming And presents her Spot— Stands the Sun so close and mighty That our Minds are hot.
News is he of all the others— Bold it were to die With the Blue Birds exercising On his British Sky. – We like March—his shoes are Purple. He is new and high— Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler— Makes he Forests Dry— Knows the Adder’s Tongue his coming And begets her spot— Stands the Sun so close and mighty— That our Minds are hot. News is he of all the others— Bold it were to die With the Blue Birds buccaneering On his British sky—
