The April Fool - a merry antic in the flesh,
Yet I only saw his shadow in the day,
Just a whisper of his name,
No fish or crying laughter all the same,
Alas I'll tell of this symbol olden,
The April Fool scratched tin to golden,
A spoon to sharp and edged knives,
A fellow needy of nine lives,
Pity he is all but a cat -
A Fool, a jolly April Fool instead.

One,
Four,
Two,
Three,
Mixing it up with little bit of numeracy,
And some stratified date reading,
As the days are pleading,
For me to stop being the April fool,
But I can't change when my birthday falls,
In April that is...
Not today, that would be unfortunate.