The golden strand
Of the ceremonial string
Calls out beyond intelligence:
it’s spring.
Spring is never happy,
Spring is always dull.
It’s a lie that
flowers bloom
and the yellow moon
shines bright upon the earth.
It’s a lie.
Fools play in the fields.
They forget about the mines
Planted in the undergrowth:
it’s spring.
Spring comes once a year
But never really goes.
It only pretends to snow.
If you can never feel the
warm mud ooze between your
toes,
you’re a lie, too.
Winter is an illusion
To make us feel cold;
So that we are happy
When the President addresses
The country and makes
His formal announcement:
It’s spring.
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