Lazy day - and it isn't even May! February yaps at my heels. I tell it, 'Get away - Come back some winter day. Go whistle. Pick a thistle! I don't care - there's summer in the air. I can smell it baking the grass. The rain from yesterday - spit and polished up today. Not complaining. Daisy chaining. I suppose it's only in my nose. Ol' groundhog went right on back to sleep. How can he sleep away - this ripe watermelon day? Saspirilly! He's a silly! La de dum, etc.