Вихрастый,

                                                             конопат и рыж,

                                           Апрель,

                                                        мальчишка длинноногий,

                                           Смеясь,

                                                        шагает по дороге.

                                           И вот уже

                                                        сосульки с крыш,

                                           Лишь солнце

                                                             тронет их лучами,

                                           Исходят светлыми слезами.
                                           Свежа, светла,

                                                                  как в первый день

                                           Творенья,

                                                           юная природа.

                                           Ручьи вовсю

                                                            звенят везде,

                                           Упругий парус

                                                               небосвода

                                           Фрегат земли

                                                             уносит к лету.

                                           Там, за кормой,

                                                                   в потоках света

                                           Неистовствует

                                                              море трав.

                                           Стряхни скорей

                                                                 печалей прах,

                                           Гони уныние

                                                            и страх.

                                           Весне ликующей

                                                                  доверься!

                                           Всем существом своим,

                                                                              всем сердцем

                                           Услышь

                                                     волнующее скерцо

                                           Капели,

                                                        мимо проходя

                                           Узорчатых гирлянд

                                                                      сосулек.

                                           Шутник-Апрель,

                                                                    с ума сходя,

                                           Ударит вдруг

                                                             смычками улиц

                                           По струнам

                                                         первого дождя!