Although april is now gone, here is a beautiful song about this very month.
The poem is by Stanisław Grochowiak, the melody by my father.
Here is an excerpt from the poem:
How blue eye you’ve got nearby woolly catkins
Vicar crossed himself, the priest felt offended
After all to Blessed Virgin was to be a prayer
And here the bishop’s arriving ladybug…
You can also view this video on my facebook page.