Glad Spring

Glad spring is here in all its charm, there is no doubt about it,

With harbingers on every side it’s out of place to doubt it.

It’s in the air, it’s everywhere, it’s hot and then it’s freezing,

And everyone is kept at work by coughing and by sneezing.

Glad spring is here you can’t deny, look at the gentle sonnets,

Look in the windows, on the street, and see the fancy bonnets;

Look down the side streets at the boys with tops and marbles playing,

And listen to the German band with all its blatant braying.

Glad spring is here and here to stay, you cannot stop its coming;

Just gaze upon the early bee, and listen to its humming.

Just see the mighty moving vans, the busy street man sweeping,

And baseball fiends in yonder field like crazy redskins leaping.

And ads. of patent medicine behold in all the papers,

And see you lonely fisherman go through your trouting capers.

O, yes, glad spring is surely here, you know it, and I know it;

Each editor is well aware, as is each busy poet.

No use for you, no use for me to any longer doubt it,

So if you’re satisfied it’s here we’ll say no more about it.

April 10, 1904