In The Spring

In the spring a young man’s

     fancy lightly turns to many things,

     turns to love and girls and fishing

and the happy bird that sings,

yea, it turns to pastimes many,

wherein tired microbes lurk, but his

fancy in the springtime seldom ever

turns to work.

In the spring the young man’s fancy

     over works itself I fear; how it

     lingers round the ball field when the

     diamond stars appear! How it ram-

     bles off canoeing with a pretty girl in

     blue, or a placid, dreamy river with

     no copper-spy in view.

In the spring he needs a tonic and that

     tonic is a rest, and the only good

     prescription is the fun he likes the

     best; so he sit the weary day through,

     never feeling chip nor chirk, while his

     while his fancy keep a-turning on a thousand

     things but work.

April 6, ‘06

chirk - cheer