May
Has such a winsome way,
Loves to love and laugh and play,
To be pretty all the day,
Never loves to sulk and frown,
As April does; when rain comes down,
May is sorry, says: "Rain, please
Go away soon, flowers and trees
Love the merry shining sun,
Want to laugh now, every one,
For the happy time's begun."
All you people who love play,
Love to love the livelong day,
Do you not love May
With her winsome way?
