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Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote

The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,

And bathed every veyne in swich licour

Of which vertu engendred is the flour...

Thanne longen folk to pleye at gamen

To rule at Dominion and sahtlen Catan.

For every wif and every sone

Liketh to pleye at Carcassonne

And so we gather on the hooly day

To taketh joye in felaweshipe and pleye!

(with apologies to Geoffrey Chaucer)