Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you.
The ignorant live in their own small world, Hidden by a lack of understanding; The many lies they hear are never unfurled, They're sheltered by belief in a being; Even some who swear their veracity, Thrive gaily protected by their credence; They welcome menace and mendacity, Pushing away actual malfeasance. But the ignorant can only see grace, In their paradise they live cheerfully; Their faults are invisible in that place, While the rest of us remain fearfully. Sadly ignorance will always be bliss, And I will always notice what I miss.