The April fools ignored the rules.

Each day starting icy cold.

Then like the first violin, the birds started to sing

Their melody melts like molten gold.

May may bring , a more pleasant theme.

Violas deep and warm.

It often passes without bothering the masses.

Who wait for the summer swarm.

June says hello like an old Cello.

A soft and silky cantilena

Familiar sounds and lively crowds.

Float gently around the arena.