Spring

Curse the croci sprouting all around
And trample them back into the ground
On me, their phallic beauty's lost
I'm dreaming of a killing frost
It's spring
And I'm not in love

See those branches growing green and thick
A little napalm ought to do the trick
Let's pray that winter comes back soon
A crushing blizzard say in June
It's spring
And I'm not in love

Cute and supple couples couple
Every pairing warm and caring
So much in love
Am I jealous, angry, sullen
Piqued, resentful, glum, despairing
All of the above

So grab that feathery thing mid-note
And throttle its ruby-throated throat
It doesn't have the right to sing
When I'm alone
And it is spring

Witlessly twittering
Fitfully flittering
Pitifully glittering
And deeply embittering
Spring