The calendar reads March, the winter is done,
Its time for the spring and all kinds of fun!
Work your body, as the days grow long,
Exercise your muscles, and get real strong!
Things come alive, trees start to bud,
Testosterone flows, men feel like a stud.
Women look for a man to provide,
Less clothes on the body, no skin to hide
Play ball! The baseball umpires cry,
A long fly ball, hit high into the sky.
Unstable weather, warm and then cold,
It matters little, this story is told,
About the season that is loved by most,
The days lengthen, and other things to boast,
Like the hockey playoffs, at Madison Square,
Turn on the TV and pull up a chair,
Watch the Rangers play and kick some tail,
When shooting the puck, they cannot fail.
The Knicks also are home at the Square,
For years, their playoff cupboard's been bare.
Things looking better, hope the veterans last,
A ring for the team, lies deep in the past.
Easter time occurs in the spring,
The son of God and strong feelings he brings,
The story does tell, of his death on the cross,
Mankind's big mistake, what a terrible loss.
All these good things, happen in the spring,
Nature smiles at this time, and we fly on her wing.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
The calendar reads March, the winter is done,
Its time for the spring and all kinds of fun!
Work your body, as the days grow long,
Exercise your muscles, and get real strong!
Things come alive, trees start to bud,
Testosterone flows, men feel like a stud.
Women look for a man to provide,
Less clothes on the body, no skin to hide
Play ball! The baseball umpires cry,
A long fly ball, hit high into the sky.
Unstable weather, warm and then cold,
It matters little, this story is told,
About the season that is loved by most,
The days lengthen, and other things to boast,
Like the hockey playoffs, at Madison Square,
Turn on the TV and pull up a chair,
Watch the Rangers play and kick some tail,
When shooting the puck, they cannot fail.
The Knicks also are home at the Square,
For years, their playoff cupboard's been bare.
Things looking better, hope the veterans last,
A ring for the team, lies deep in the past.
Easter time occurs in the spring,
The son of God and strong feelings he brings,
The story does tell, of his death on the cross,
Mankind's big mistake, what a terrible loss.
All these good things, happen in the spring,
Nature smiles at this time, and we fly on her wing.
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