I don't know where the time goes, I'm still working on my home,

To clean it up and organize and make the place my own.

And that takes time with all I do, with working and with chores,

I'd love to go to somewhere nice along the seacoast's shores.

I can't though, not right now, I can't, I'm fixing and I'm doing,

And if I don't it will result in Connie's own ungluing.

I don't like messy houses, I like ducks all in a row,

I like to reach for something, and find it there, you know.

I don't like putting something down and finding in a week,

I still don't have that something, and it makes me want to shriek.

A draw for this, a shelf for that, a closet holds the rest,

There's only me that living here, and Mikey and a guest.

So shine I must and fix I do, to make it pretty be

And when I'm done, there'll surely be a happy little me.

How can it be that winter's gone and springtime's almost over?

The flowers bloomed, the grass is green, mowed twice and filled with clover.

The sun has come much nearer, and the warmth spreads all around,

The kids are playing in the street and fill the air with sound.

Sometimes it's mother's voice I hear that send the children

running,

They'll stop their play and yell ten times, "Okay Mom, we are

coming".

Mikey's all along the fence, running, tail held high,

The birds all sing and fly about; the groundhog's seen nearby,

He cautiously will look about and crawl a few more feet,

All the while he's looking for some flower's leaves to eat.

By twilight all has quieted, I hear a kitty mew,

And peering out the window I may see a skunk or two.

They rarely spray, but wander, also looking just to eat,

The sky begins to darken; I still hear a random tweet.

I love this time of year and know that soon it will be done,

But since it will return again, there'll be another one.

       Can you imagine, it's almost summer already!