April is an equal opportunity month for complainers in Montreal
You can moan that it’s too wet
Or that sunbeams make you sweat.
You can whine about a cloud
Or the snow bank that’s not ploughed
When the temperature’s too high
You’re allowed to heave a sigh
As the rivers burst their banks
You pull out your hair in hanks
Will a heat wave drive you crazy
As you water a lone daisy?
No, don’t put away your mitts
The snow’s up to your armpits
All our bitching is allowed
Under sun or a rain cloud
‘Cause it’s April my dear hearts
And that’s life around these parts!