Every fool's an April fool
For foolery's in flower.
There's sugar in the salt shaker
And corn oil in the shower.
That heavy breathing call was me
Made to your office phone;
I cling-wrap-trapped the toilet bowl
For you and you alone.
The whoopee cushion sighs my love
Wherever you are seated;
And when you come to share my bed
You'll find yourself shortsheeted.
Oh every fool's an April fool
So take my hand and sing:
For you may hope to spring the trap,
But never trap the Spring.