There is nothing finer in our northern city
Then end of May, ‘tis bright and pretty
Swathed in green and the trees in bud
Gone is the brown, washed clean is the mud
There’s good in all seasons, yes, even the winter
But warming relief for this land that is hinter
Is so well received and greeted with zest
As all baby creatures sneak free from their nest
Trees that bear fruit are alive with sweet blooms
Pale pink and white, they bob as bee zooms
People are out taking walks until dusk
Musicians are upbeat and relaxed as they busk
This prelude to summer is gentle and soothing
Our city is waking and soon quickly moving
For summer as season is embraced for its perks
It bolsters our spirits, as elixir, it works
As longtime a dweller, it is easy to say
The month that I favour the most is fair May
As fleeting it is, we appreciate more
And our city in springtime is a thing I adore!
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