This month is just the moral uv a tart
That kim up to the station I wus at;
A boshter tabby, not too thin ner fat,
En watto fer a hottie--ut the start.
She didn't kid yer long--'er bloomin' dart
Ud git yer goin' till yer 'ad a rat,
En then she'd sane yer wif-"Ring orf o' that;
Yer ain't got Buckley's fur me 'and en 'eart!"
That's March's way; it gets the break uv 'eat
Like kliner's kisses w'en yer 'oldin' on
Erbout the finish uv a smoodgin'-meet;
Then, 'fore it's over, w'ere the sunbjlaze shone
Down Hughie pours, en Summer's limp en beat
Un takes the offis straight it mus' be gone.