For my sister Kate who walks with me

Make pilgrimage with me to this sweet shire

To stroll the festive hills and never tire

And step into a time so long gone by

And not to ask nor even wonder why

Perfumed our breasts and flowers would we wear

Feathers wreathes and ribbons in our hair

And should debauchery and lust hold sway

Thy saucy company with me would play

For every lord and squire within this glade

Arm-in-arm with you I'd promenade

And sup we would and lift our glass of ale

And watch yon jester weave a spicy tale

And stay all day would I and dance and laugh and sing

And celebrate with you dear Kate

The rites of Spring Huzza!

by Linda Gall

AKA Gaylyn