The Lusty Month of May

Today's guest blogger is Alan Jay Lerner, though he doesn't know it (and, indeed, has been dead for almost 20 years). I think of this song from "Camelot" every year on the first of May:

Tra la, it's May, the lusty month of May,
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray.
Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year,
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear!

It's May, it's May, that gorgeous holiday,
When every maiden prays that her lad will be a cad.
It's mad, it's gay, a libelous display,
Those dreary vows that everyone takes everyone breaks,
Everyone makes divine mistakes. The lusty month of May.

Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
What sweet feelings does its scent transmute?
Whence this purfume floating everywhere?
Don't you know it's that dear forbidden fruit?
Tra-la-la-la-la, that dear forbidden fruit.
Tra-la-la-la-la...
Tra-la-la-la-la...
Tra-la... tra-la... tra-la, la-la, la-la, la-la,

la-laaaaaa, it's May, the lusty month of May,
That darling month when everyone throws self-control away.
It's time to do a wretched thing or two,
And try to make each precious day one you'll always rue.

It's May, it's May, the month of "yes you may",
The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im-.
It's wild, it's gay, a blot in every way,
The birds and bees with all of their vast amourous past,
Gaze at the human race aghast! The lusty month of May.

Tra la, it's May, the lusty month of May,
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray.
Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year,
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear!

It's May, it's May, the month of great dismay,
When all the world is brimming with fun, wholesome or un-.
It's mad, it's gay, a libelous display,
Those dreary vows that everyone takes everyone breaks,
Everyone makes divine mistakes. The lusty month of May.