Hark the lark that warbles with the dawn!
Catch that wink of pink that precedes the day!
Oh, smell the violets, dew-laden and new-born,
Born with freshest spring, frolicking and gay!
Sweep away the cobwebs weighing down your heart,
For spring is come, fecund and alive;
As the bees seek the buds, so too you must start
To find the activity that makes you fairly thrive.