You’re snowdrops. . . deal with it

April is an equal opportunity month for complainers in Montreal




You can moan that it’s too wet

Or that sunbeams make you sweat.

You can whine about a cloud

Or the snow bank that’s not ploughed

When the temperature’s too high

You’re allowed to heave a sigh

As the rivers burst their banks

You pull out your hair in hanks

Will a heat wave drive you crazy

As you water a lone daisy?

No, don’t put away your mitts

The snow’s up to your armpits

All our bitching is allowed

Under sun or a rain cloud

‘Cause it’s April my dear hearts

And that’s life around these parts!


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