“The sun is out! The sun is out! Yeah, perhaps the louder you shout, then those weather gods might just hear you and let the spring spring out, finally!” Gun Roswell

Against the smoothed rocks
Is the water happily splashing
High in the air go flying my crocks
When I’m barefoot in the sand dashing

Close to the water’s edge
I once again my allegiance pledge
Wowing, this year my toe to dip
Even if it means biting the lip

Come high hell or cold water
Because it may never get hotter
In the ocean I will swim
Even if my eyesight will dim

After all, it is Spring Time!
Or something of that kind!
Nothing too cheerful, nor wile
So get out there and smile!