From The Wit and Humor of America, edited by Marshall P. Wilder, Volume IV, New York and London: Funk and Wagnalls and Company, 1911; pp. 711-712.
AN APRIL ARIA
BY R. K. MUNKITTRICK
Now, in the shimmer and sheen that dance on the leaf of
Causing the bud to explode, and gilding the poodle’s chin-
Gladys cavorts with the rake, and hitches the string to
While with the trowel she digs, and gladdens the heart of
Now, while the vine twists about the ribs of the cast-iron
And, on the zephyr afloat, the halcyon soul of the borax
Blends with the scent of the soap, the brush of the white-
E’en as the chicken-hawk flies when ready to light on its
Out in the leaf-dappled wood the dainty hepatica’s blow-
While the fiend hammers the rug from Ispahan, Lynn, or
And the grim furnace is out, and over the ash heap and
Capers the “Billy” in glee, becanning his innermost Billy.
Now the blue pill is on tap, and likewise the sarsaparilla,
And on the fence and the barn, quite worthy of S. Botti-
Frisk the lithe leopard and gnu, in malachite, purple, and
That we may know at a glance the circus is out on the
Put then the flannels away and trot out the old linen
Pack the bob-sled in the barn, and bring forth the baseball
For the spry Spring is on deck, performing her roseate
Unto the tune of the van that rattles and bangs on the cobbles.