[As always, this is not a post Marco will appreciate himself making in a couple of weeks.]

[But in a couple of weeks he won't be going through double spring and a life-death cycle on high speed.]

[Marco is high on pollen. God save you all.]

[This time the singing is intelligible human. He might despise that more.]

♫ I need to be as free as the sea
To see the skies, that's how I am me!
I'm just a birdie,
A little absurdie...
Let's all enjoy the Spring~! ♫

[If you are unfortunate enough to be with him in person, he's rolling back and forth in the flowers. This does affect the singing on the journal too. Obviously.]

Hey. HEY! OI YOU! You in the book!

What's your favorite flower?

I like daffodils because they're tasty like buttercups! Buttercups.... Oh! OI! I also really love lilies because they remind me of Pops, yoi! [He's back to singing?!] ♫ And black roses for Robin, and orchids. And Bloody Roses too... kukuku. ♫

[And more rolling around. Behold: The fearsome phoenix of rage and wrath. His murderous vengeance is mighty and swift.]

THATCH! I WILL BRING YOU BACK A BATCH!