• In spring when maple buds are red,
    We turn the clock an hour ahead;
    Which means, each April that arrives,
    We lose an hour out of our lives.

    Who cares? When autumn birds in flocks
    Fly southward, back we turn the clocks,
    And so regain a lovely thing
    That missing hour we lost in spring.

    Phyllis McGinley, “Daylight Savings Time”