I
Spring’s tranquil winds
Compose to nature’s delight,
A most buoyant sensation,
A tune -- trendy as much as well liked.
A hush induced sob
Parts way with much haste.
If you seek a still set,
To Hell with this place.
II
Bird nor fox
The cries they would say,
As if motion were tricks
In no easy way
I pray you depart!
May speed be your pace.
If you seek a still set,
To Hell with this place.
