FO-65.

One swallow does not make a spring,
nor does one fine day.

FO-64.

Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.

FO-63.

That age is best which is the first
When youth and blood are warmer.

FO-62.

Tis the noon of the spring-time,
Yet never a bird In the wind-shaked elm or the maple is heard;
For green meadow-grasses wide levels of snow,
And blowing of drifts where the crocus should blow;
Where wind-flower and violet, amber and white;
The frosty flake eddies, the ice crystal shoots;
And, longing for light, under wind-driven heaps,
Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers,
With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!

FO-61.

You can always tell its April
By the sound of falling rain
That mystic, mournful music
As it trickles down the drain.
Were told we should be thankful
For the kiss of April showers
As it washes all the grass clean
And prepares the soil for flowers.
Theres another side to April
Which doesnt bode us good,
When that mini, manic maelstrom
Turns the lawn to liquid mud.