In spring when maple buds are red, <br />We turn the clock an hour ahead; <br />Which means, each April that arrives, <br />We lose an hour out of our lives. <br /> <br />Who cares? When autumn birds in flocks <br />Fly southward, back we turn the clocks, <br />And so regain a lovely thing <br />That missing hour we lost in spring.<br /><br />Phyllis McGinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daylight-savings-time-3/
