From “Spring Song” by Ogden Nash

Listen, buds, it’s March twenty first; don’t you know enough to burst?

Come on, birds, unlock your throats! Come on, gardeners, shed your coats!

Come on zephyrs, come on flowers, come on grass, and violet showers!

And come on lambs, in frisking flocks! Salute the vernal equinox!

Twang the cheerful lute and zither! Spring is absolutely hither!

Yester eve was dark despair, with winter, winter, everywhere;

Today, upon the other hand, ‘tis spring throughout this happy land!