And some are foolish children who get out of bed too late,
And go to school with tousled hair and most unseemly gait;
And some are foolish grown-ups. But, in strictest confidence,
I think.... Don’t you? ’tis time that these should have some common-sense!
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha! Oh, dear, Oh, dear, Oh, dear!
I am the saddest and the gladdest month of all the year! [Exit April.]
[Enter May.]
May.
Oh, I’m the merry month of May,
The time of white and tender green