Another year has passed us by
And still we hear the song
As tulips blossom in the tree
And wild sparrows fly a-free.
A thought springs up into the night –
A cranial response to the plight –
Appraising what we sensed must be
April has come and now must we
Advert to a remembrance day
Apply ourselves to the affray
Appropriate to ourselves a pen
And write, again, two more than ten.