"O ME, O my!" Sighed the April sky, "My tears go pitter-patter, Yet why 'tis so I do not know— For there's not a thing the matter! "I am really gay, In an April way, But, should I indulge in laughter, (O my, O me!) There is sure to be A terrible shower after! "I should love to smile Just a little while, For the robins sound so cheery! But my eyes of blue Have scarce peeped through Before they are dull and teary. "I fairly hate To be thought sedate And fickle and fond of sighing— And the world won't see (O my, O me!" That it's not my fault I'm crying. "For the fact appears That without my tears There'd not be a green thing showing, And an April sky Has to cry and cry Just to start the earth a-growing!" |