Ok ok! I’m here y’all, so just quit yer dang hollerin’ already!
My brother Winter‘s outta town so now I gotta make myself up all pretty like for you no good complainers. And I heard y’all complainin’ I did. All through my beauty sleep all I hear is “where’s Spring? Why is it still Winter? It’s too cold out!” and blah, blah, blah.
Well I’m here, darnit! Are you people happy yet?
What do y’all want? That I should make everything green and stupid and flowers and all? Bah. Barely got me any sleep and I feel like hell cause you people kept wakin’ me up with all yer noise. Every year it’s the same old story. Winter tears off my cozy blanket and kicks me out of bed. I wake up covered in garbage and dog poo and all them folks want everything to be all peachy..
Well you know what? I’m not so happy to be here cuz now I got a ton of work to do! Wakin’ up the trees, and your silly tulip bulbs that you planted last Autumn. Thanks for nothin’! Like I need the extra work. You don’t think I have enough trees and leaves to make grow without you givin’ me more work? Was a time when I could show up whenever I wanted to. Now everyone has a vanity garden and I’m ‘spected to make it all nice. Well I’ll make it nice alright. Just you see. I’ll make it even more pretty than yours truly.
Well forget it. I’m taking the day off. Can’t start without a few bottles of Vermouth in me. See you tomorrow.