14 October 2012
If it hits spring 'o clock, Heaps of birds form a flock, Moss and trees appear, Sheep without a mark'o shear.
When it's half-past flower, Flowers stack makin' a tower, Deers and ducks come alive, Fish and swans start to dive.
Pointing to quarter-to winter, Spring starting to get minter... The river freezes'n ducks leave, A stormy snow'll start to heave.
Finally it's winter'o clock, Starting to clean the flock. Goodbye spring, see ya at fall! And that's in October after all!
Clock of Spring • Opuss № I