March
The first two months we tromp and plod
Or trudge or slog or shuffle
While bundled up, accompanied
By cough or sneeze or snuffle.
But now the calendar has turned
And so our pace increases.
Think Sousa and start moving with
Your ear turned towards his pieces.
In other words, drop all that starch:
Today begins the month of MARCH!
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