Spring is the thing

Don't let the  novelty and  anarchistic  bluster of the early morning random twitterer in the big place over there blind you to the fact that he is an aging blunderer who didn't think he'd get the job, he didn't want the job, but now he's there he is losing it rapidly, and besides I wouldn't invite him into my house, cos I don't like his face (maybe that's superficial) and I don't want mysteriously dying Russian diplomats to distract me from the important things like green buds everywhere and things beginning to flower on this frosty March morning. What a weird world but spring is the thing.