Spring is Defrosted Dog Turd Season

Adapted from Locksley Hall, by Lord Alfred Tennyson:

In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast;

In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;

In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

In the Spring all the dog turds that were buried in snow defrost;
In the Spring you better watch your step or pay the messy cost.

Watch your step!  Spring is defrosted dog turd season.