Rabbits Are Ready

Fashionable spring swirls her leaves, in a fancy cloak Waltzing winter rapidly over the hill, beyond the rise. April sneers as grass hoppers flick from blade to blade Have they returned to life? From their snow coffins? Luxury and joy are tossed about by daffodil showmen They have popped through the last threads of gray white snow Looking perky and fresh against the cold dinge. Sun comes back to take additional licks of the cold stuff By Wednesday the monarch will be here The rabbits are ready.