It’s Spring, said the sheep to last year’s ewe
Where are the tulips said the ewe
remembering
Where are the flowers, said the lamb
to the snowman melting in the neighbor’s yard
Don’t bother me the snowman said I’m dying of the heat
Where is the grassy knoll
where I can snack at eventide
watching the rosy sunset, whined the ewe
Don’t ask me said the herring gull
my feet are cold
and there is little for me to eat as well
It’s the fifth day of spring
the sheep shovel snow
before breakfast
