Spring Madness

They say it takes us all in different ways—
This fever of the blood that comes with Spring.
Some fall in love—a violent form of craze,
Some merely whistle, some break out and sing.

The dullest student feels all queer inside;
Small wonder, with a demon on his track
That bids him mount the banisters and slide,
Or thump some staid professor on the back!

—D. J. Donald.