March is like a child,
Now gentle and now wild;
March is like a child,
Now gentle and now wild;
To-day, the soft winds blow,
To-morrow it doth snow,
To-day the soft winds blow,
To-morrow it doth snow.
March is like a rill,
Now roaring, and now still;
Today the blast is stinging,
To-morrow birds are singing.
March is like a cloud,
Now bright, and now a shroud;
To-day the warm rain falls,
To-morrow we have squalls.
March is like a bear,
With sharp claws and soft hair;
To-day ’tis rough and wild,
To-morrow, all is mild.