As the mountain snows began to melt
icy streams descending into Pleasant Valley,
a grand and lovely alabaster hog appeared.
Down Mountain Road she gallumped,
searching for a new spring wardrobe.
She came to my front door.
"Paint me some leaping fish pantaloons," she said,
"so I can be one with the flowing brook." "I will," I replied.
"Give me some dragonfly suspenders, to better let my spirits soar." "Okay," said I.
"How about a whimsical hat and sunny vibrant colors, the better to celebrate our
new season?" "Alrighty then," I responded.
Thus transformed, she danced out into the day, celebrating the warmth and joy
in her heart.
"Call me PORK JESTER," she said. So I did.