We like March

We like March. His Shoes are Purple — He is new and high — Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler. Makes he Forests dry. Knows the Adder Tongue his coming And presents her Spot — Stands the Sun so close and mighty That our Minds are hot.

News is he of all the others — Bold it were to die With the Blue Birds exercising On his British Sky.

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We like March — his shoes are Purple. He is new and high — Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler — Makes he Forests Dry — Knows the Adder's Tongue his coming And begets her spot — Stands the Sun so close and mighty — That our Minds are hot. News is he of all the others — Bold it were to die With the Blue Birds buccaneering On his British sky —