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April the Trickster.

Ask me not why April's skies

Every hour show some new weather;

Ask me not why April's eyes

Fill with tears and smiles together.

April's sweet, yet April's shrewd—

You will trust him to your cost!

Though the fields with flowers are strewed,

He may send a nipping frost.

If you put your sunshade on,

With a hail-storm he will greet you;

If your water-proof you don,

To fine weather he will treat you!

Edith M. Thomas.