Bustling blooms and hues

On dewy hills in blue, red,

And yellow—hello spring!

. . . Bidding bye to snow;

Sending winter a warm farewell:

Plush, flannel, plus loafers.

But I’ll surely miss the s’mores

And the hot chocolate too—

Those really consoling consolation—I do.

But then, bye winter, bye!

See ya in December, aight.

Next time get it right.