The first of April slips in light,  
A jester cloaked in morning’s white.  
It dances soft on springtime’s stage,  
A turning leaf, a playful page.  

The world awakes to tricks and jest,  
A day for fools, a day to test  
The bounds of laughter, sly and sweet,  
Where truth and mischief softly meet.  

The robin laughs from budding trees,  
A melody upon the breeze.  
The daffodils, in yellow cheer,  
Proclaim that brighter days are near.  

Oh, April comes with twinkling eyes,  
With sunny winks and cloudy sighs.  
It spins a tale of youth reborn,  
Of tender shoots and golden morn.  

So let us smile and dare to play,  
For fleeting is this teasing day.  
The world is young, the heart is light,  
And springtime dreams take gentle flight.