the first day of the fourth month of every year
the day that everyone looks for a way to sneer
the day that's filled with tricks, fools and games
while in my head is no joke, only a simple name
the name of the baby boy born on that April Fool's Day.

the first day of the eleventh month of every year
the day that seems to bring only me fear
the day when the wind blows leaves with which children play
while i visit the boy who was too soon taken to his grave
the April baby taken on that cold November day.