A-pril first Saturday,
N-ight fades into the smog;
N-ew morn has broken
A-fter the forlorn fog.
A-pril first Saturday
L-ets the red beacon shine;
F-rom dawn till dusk,
E-mitting rays above the line.
R-ise of the sun begins,
E-rasing the blue and gray;
Z-enith sets things aright, April first Saturday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem