(Don't leave your mackintosh behind,
'Twould be a fatal oversight!)
In Spring-like garb we'll go bedight—
('Tis sure to rain, just out of spite!
And most perplexing you will find,
An April Day!)
The sky is blue, the clouds are light—
(I trust your Gamp is water-tight!)
To sing and laugh we feel inclined—
(Here comes a storm of rain and wind!