M-orning mirth is felt,
E-arly April twenty-second;
L-ight will come your way,
B-urning beacon will
A-scend.
Q-uest for the sunny day,
U-ntil you find the blue sky;
I-nclement clime fades away,
A-s the raindrop passes by.
M-any blessings by dawn
B-ring joy to your birth;
A-llow your heart to enjoy,
O-ne Saturday morning mirth.
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