Let's be asses, for the spring is uncoiling and and the lid is off the box of tricks. Winter has been put on the spot, Jack Frost has been “taken for a ride.” Rain

“The rising of the sap.”

page 15 has got the raspberry, and Mr. Mackintosh has ben arrested for “going wet” in a dry district. The lady-bird has forgotten she's a lady, the radish is reddish, and the sun's out and about.

So pull up your garters and take a screw
At all the things the sun can do.
The grub comes up to look about
And gives the “glad” to the Brussels sprout,
And the early bird has made a “date.”
Unknown of course to his marital mate,
With all the worms who know their “stuff,”
And are game to call the old bird's bluff.
The earwig, too, and the snuffy snail,
Are sparking the spuds and the curly kale,
And the bumble-bee who's drunk his fill
And has made a meet with a daffodil.
The onion's up and the young car-rot
Suggests to the leek that they have a “spot,”
And Nature is out in her new green gown,
And there's hey-diddle-diddle all round the town.
The butcher's young butchling who brings the meat,
The copper who's usually firm on his feet,
The man who calls weekly to pick up the rent,
The nifty young wireless-instalment gent,
The baker, the grocer, the bottleho,
All look like a punter who's in the know,
And even the plumber's remembered to bring
His gadgets along, so it must be spring.
So pull up your garters and fill the jug
And drink to spring ‘til your sparking plug
Ignites to the tune of “hi-tingaling”
And we'll all take a drink and get “sprung” in the Spring.