Love Fool

I'd be a fool for the mating call of May,
But for some reason May is kept at bay,
I'd be up for a foolish roll in the hay,
But May comes to see me, for hay, too soon to say,
If you see May, say for me, 'we must delay',
But tell May,
I am on my way,
Tell her I miss her flirty ways,
And I will see her in thirty days,


I'd be a fool for June,
But June can not come too soon,
Summer evening walks beneath the moon,
I'd sing to her as the fledgling June birds croon,
And maybe in her arms, we'd spoon,
I would dance my dance of love like a loon,
Amidst the hot flushes of June in bloom,
I'd be such a fool for June,
But like the seasons do, I'd change my tune,

I'd be a fool for August,
Enslaved by latent, ripened lust,
Kissing fervent in the dust,
Whoever's watching, because I simply must,
Cramming in as much romance as possible before Autumn's gust,
With passions high, it's love or bust,
Whatever it takes to keep her trust,
I'd be a love fool for August,
But that could be the heat talking, If you get the thrust,

I'd be a frozen fool for Jan,
Tell Jan, I will be her man,
I'd warm her frost bitten hand,
With hot breath and kisses, because I can,
I'd slip and slide on her icy love like the fool I am,
I would spice up the leftover Christmas ham,
I'd whisk her away to warmer climes, in a far off land,
I'd be such a fool for Jan,
I'd break her resolutions, I'd tear up My plan,
But Jan has gone, and I am not sure I can,

But for all the others, I am such an April Fool,
A shower, an idiot, a sap; a tool,
For April I will not care about looking cool,
I will lose the plot, I will break the rules,
For April I will Pine and drool,
Reclining in swim wear by the pool,
Although it's still cold and wet, well, that's just fuel,
April you make of me an imbecile and a crazy fool
Oh wont you send me back to Love school,