March

Ratatantan, ratatantan, ratatantan:
The marshal's harrier
Bites arid fights
The water carrier
Mossed as a druid
Under the wall
Thin waters fall
And turn into fluid
Petals of tulips, and hard regalias
Of lilies and dahlias
Then, as they brawl
Jupiter leaned from his vast snow cage
Cuffed the marshal's harrier -
Still in a rage he bites and fights
The wall grown mouldier
Where stiff as a soldier
Stands the breeze
Like a handy andy
And words they bandy
Under the dandy
Dinmont trees