We like March - his shoes are purple

We like March - his Shoes are Purple -
He is new and high -
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler -
Makes he Forest dry -
Knows the Adder's Tongue his coming
And begets her Spot.
Stands the Sun so close and mighty
That our Minds are hot -
News is he of all the others -
Bold it were to die
With the Blue - Birds[^a1] buccaneering
On his British Sky.

[^a1: Blue - Birds | Blue Birds]