They say March is determined
by a lamb or a lion
Once by it comes, and once by it leaves
As I hear the wind howl, the gentle whisper of the night
I happen to ask myself, is it like the lamb or the lion?
The winter’s chill holds fast,
You must hide your face, before it dries
there is no heat, in the day so is it like the lamb or the lion?
The snow has stopped falling
Not even two inches gather
I’m not blown by the day or night, so is it like the lamb or the lion?
Perhaps we won’t know
Until the last day
So I shall pray this night it is like the lion
For then I can look forward to the lamb leaving.
I shudder to think if this is the lamb,
How worse can the lion be?
Once it comes, once it goes, is it like the lamb or the lion tonight?