The little buds on the trees awakened.
And shook their drowsy heads.
The little buds pulled the covers down.
And climbed out from their beds.
A soft breeze told them winter had gone
Many long miles away.
And the little buds were eager to see
Their first bright springtime day.
But alas! In half an hour there came
A wind so bitter cold!
The little buds were terrified
For they were just one day old.
They didn't know what in the world to do.
Their little noses were red.
Each bud with a cry turned swiftly back.
And hopped into its bed.
You see it was not spring at all.
February was there.
And sometimes February slyly
Lays a foxy snare.
He had sent this lovely springtime breeze
To hang around and sing.
And make the buds think that it was
The first day of spring.
Then when the buds had all come out
He nipped each little nose.
And sent the little buds back to bed.
Each one red as a rose.
"February's Trick"
A poem by
Lenore Hetrick
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