Oh, don't you love when April snows
Tickling face and heart and nose?
An April Fool, a wondrous wink,
A kind of wondrous custard drink
For daffodils and other flowers
Sleeping in their garden bowers.
Whirling, swirling, soft and white
Turning Spring into a night
Of crystal dreams and misty light.
Softly falls without a sound
Gently drifting to the ground.
Tomorrow you'll be gone, I know
Oh beautiful, beautiful
April snow!
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