The Winds Of March By Annette Wynne
The winds of March are wild and strong,
They howl and whistle all day long;
They pull the hats from tall men’s heads
And frighten children in their beds.
They brush the trees, they sweep the ground,
I’m glad no seedlings can be found,
For March would hurt each leaf and stem—
But April-time was made for them!
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