Chailey Heritage School Old Scholars Association
APRIL Fickle April, changing by the hour, Conceals herself within a shower, Then, when all hope of warmth is gone, Will blind the world with molten sun. Entices trees and flowers with growth Then, with a frost, will blight them both. But fickle April tricks herself this way And falls a victim to the wiles of May.
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