springtime

It was a lover and his lass
with a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
That o'er the green cornfield did pass
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding a ding:
Sweet lovers love the Spring.

Between the acres of the rye
With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
These pretty country folks would lie:
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding a ding:
Sweet lovers love the Spring.

This carol they began that hour,
With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
How that a life is but a flower:
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding a ding:
Sweet lovers love the Spring.

And therefore take the present time
With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
For love is crowned with the prime
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding a ding:
Sweet lovers love the Spring.
-w. shakespeare

This is a great little poem, probably part of some play. I never got that much out of his plays. I guess I'm not much for plays in general, but I always liked his poetry.