So here we are in April, in showy, blowy April,
In frowsy, blowsy April, the rowdy dowdy time
In soppy, sloppy April, in wheezy breezy April,
In ringing, stinging April, with a singing swinging rhyme.
The smiling sun of April on the violets is focal,
The sudden showers of April seek the dandelion out;
The tender airs of April make the local yokel vocal,
And he raises rustic ditties with a most melodious shout.
So here we are in April, in tipsy gypsy April,
In showery, flowery April, the twinkly, sprinkly days;
In tingly, jingly April, in highly wily April,
In mighty, flighty April with its highty-tighty ways!
The duck is fond of April, and the clucking chickabiddy
And other barnyard creatures have a try at caroling;
There’s something in the air to turn a stiddy kiddy giddy,
And even I am forced to raise my croaking voice and sing.
Snowman courtesy of Loretta Crossley Std 2, 1965, Bayfield Primary