In the spring the housemaid's fancy

Lightly turns from pot and pan

To the greater necromancy

Of a young unmarried man.

You can hold her through the winter,

And she'll work around and sing,

But it's just as good as certain

She will marry in the spring.

It is easy enough to look pleasant,

When the spring comes along with a rush;

But the fellow worth-while

Is the one who can smile

When he slips and sits down in the slush.

--_Leslie Van Every_.