I

Spring forward, clock, with tick and chime,

To give us Daylight Saving Time.

The fastest hour of the year

Is gone before it's even here.

But if you mourn an hour gone

Be patient, for time marches on.

Six months from now, fall back -- and then,

You're younger by an hour again.

II

The vernal dawn is breaking.

From slumber I am waking.

The eastern sky is red.

How lovely! Back to bed.

III

After a winter season of relaxing,

I find the month of April somewhat taxing.

What with my dealing with the IRS,

My stress is greater, and my bankroll's less.