APRIL
Ah, winsome little April!
Who can resist your wiles?
Your darling face now wet with tears,
Now wreathed with sunny smiles.
Above the dull clouds round you
Old Sol looks down in glee,
While yet the pelting rain doth pour
Upon you steadily.
Have patience, little April,
He knows what he’s about;
The raindrops soon will disappear
And he’ll come shining out.
And you and he together
Will work to clear the way,
On which are brought spring’s blossoms
By your sweet sister May.
Mother’s Yellow Fairy Tale Book.
Arranged by Laura Dent Crane.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1905.
Elephant's Picture Book 