How many buds, how many sticky butts..., by Babette Deutsch How many buds, how many sticky butts /
Of candles, April kindled, now are glued /
Fast to the boughs! The park is redolent /
Of puberty. The woo...
Spring, by A. S. Kline How many sticky buds, candle ends /
sprout from the branches! Steaming /
April. Puberty sweats from the park, /
and the forest’s blatantly gleam...