If I Were Gusty April Now, How I Would Blow At Laughing Rose; I'd Make Her Ribbons Slip Their Knots, And All Her Hair Come Loose. If I Were Merry April Now, How I Would Pelt Her Cheeks With Showers; I'd Make Carnations, Rich And Warm, Of Her Vermilion Flowers. Since She Will Laugh In April'S Face, No Matter How He Rains Or Blows, Then O That I Wild April Were, To Play With Laughing Rose.