A SPRING RONDEL BY A STARLING

By James Henry Cousins

I clink my castanet,

And beat my little drum;

For spring at last has come,

And on my parapet

Of chestnut, gummy-wet,

Where bees begin to hum,

I clink my castanet,

And beat my little drum.

“Spring goes,” you say, “suns set.”

So be it! Why be glum?

Enough, the spring has come;

And without fear or fret

I clink my castanet,

And beat my little drum.