Fickle April can't decide
whether it is spring or winter.
A chilled wind blows through
palm and pine,
dark clouds hide the sun,
and a cold rain falls.
A spring breeze
blows through the trees,
birds sing to attract a mate,
and the sun shines happy and bright.
Fickle April
can't make up its mind
so one day is cold
and the next day warm.
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