“Wonder did he sit in school,
And try to work a sum,
With bumblebees all mumbling,
‘Summer’s come, summer’s come!’
If he used to count the days,
And give a sort of sigh,
Because—how queer!—there couldn’t be
A Fourth in his July!
“Wonder if he ever took
His history and read
Tales of mighty generals,
Glorious and dead;
Turned the leaves and wished that he
Could be a hero, too?
Wonder if George Washington
Felt the way we do?”
MARCH
III
MARCH
Aries
The March house, strangely, was built in a tree,
With a fluttering roof of leaves,
And strong, straight boughs for the walls of the house,
And an apple or two in the eaves.
A pair of fun-loving twins lived there,
Who romped on the roof all day,
And flew great kites when the weather was fair,
In a most remarkable way.