The ‘-uary’s’ ends
Their long journey by foot
Recruiting soldiers to parading steps
Ribbonfish they be underneath the crying sky.
The month of March filters and glitters
Thoroughly it shines and surely it rains
Raging cold and oppressing the spouseless
Rubbing hands together, the plants grow well.
Tiara in corn crown, farmers shine their teeth
The minds of a business mind is edentulous
Regretting why march comes from the clouds
Road to happiness it shall bring when fool comes in a day.