Spring

In the spring the housemaid's fancy Lightly turns from pot and pan To the greater necromancy Of a young unmarried man.

You can hold her through the winter, And she'll work around and sing, But it's just as good as certain She will marry in the spring.

It is easy enough to look pleasant, When the spring comes along with a rush; But the fellow worth-while Is the one who can smile When he slips and sits down in the slush. -Leslie Van Every.