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Song for a Personal Prejudice

January's bearable
 In spite of bad report.
Though February's terrible,
 It's short.
With snows in proper season,
 Each burdens down the larch.
But March is full of treason,
 And I hate March.

Hold your hats and duck, boys, March is nearly due,
The sleet is on the windowpane, the slush is on the shoe,
The pneumococcus carols a loud, triumphant song,
And not a holiday's in sight the whole month long.

( ...Besides, I own a private cause to call the time accurst...:P )