- “Oh, Spring! Child of the aged Winter, up from the ice and cold with promises of dewy life and coursing warmth. You are most welcome.
“The empty nests in high branches above are homes again with small lives that will grow to sing with their joy of life.
“The icy winds, fleeing as the South moves with the sun and those holy words from men all in blue, ‘Play ball!’”
— Joey Bagadonuts