March

In March the wind just blows a gale,
And whisks the leaves o’er hill and dale.
It turns the clouds quite inside out,
And tosses branches round about.

The early lambs they kick and play,
And gambol and jump the live-long day.
Their mothers look anxiously around,
In case their babies can’t be found!

And now the winter’s nearly through,
Of daffodils there are quite a few.
“Take heart, be gay” they seem to sing,
March means we’re nearly into Spring!