The cicada's plaint

April is the grasshopper's time,
The cricket and cicada's too;

April is the time of flowers,
The time of sweet nectar-filled flowers;

April is the time of singing,
The time to chirp serenades of love;

April is the time of summer,
The summer of May and June;

April is the season of joy,
The joy that seems eternal.

but April's the month of deceit,
The joys are but ephemeral;

April blinds one to December,
And its cold that starves and torments;

April's a cheat and a liar,
April is the cruellest month.

(drawing from the fable of the ant and the cicada)