Break
Grant me please a seasonal break for
Near the winter’s trace follows this tax season.
The government wants help and the war
Has cost a fortune, there’s more reason
To seek after fight for the sake of freedom.
The winter is too balmy, the frost needs
To be here to ensure the hidden bug’s doom
And the coming germination of the grand seeds.
But expect not the break to be large or long
For the spring is almost coming along.
When the languid sun thaws patiently the freeze
And the happy swallows glide in the Easter breeze;
When the daffodils dance in their gold reveries,
I will be back to bring you sweet cherries.
