Happy March!

March comes in

Like a lion, they say,

With brisk, chilly winds,

Until one day

The sun parts the clouds

To announce, "Here I am!"

And March goes out gently,

Just like a lamb.

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So, I wonder what happens if March comes in like a lamb? Does it then follow that we'll have a wild and wooly (pardon the pun) out??

Little things that make you go hmmmmmmm??