Now is the month of maying,When merry lads are playing,Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.Each with his bonny lass,Upon the greeny grass,Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.The Spring, clad all in gladness,Doth laugh at Winter’s sadness,Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.Fie then! Why sit we musing,Youth’s sweet delight refusing?Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.Say, dainty nymphs, and speak,Shall we play barley break?Fa la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la la.
THINKING ABOUT AND ALLOWING MYSELF to soak in the idea of May,…
