Like a mid-April snowstorm, daylight saving time is a perversion of nature. It fractures the order of things, needlessly shocking the body, spoiling our sleep, jarring the psyche. It is unnecessary, antiquated. It’s not natural. Let us wish it into cornfield.

You know, nearly 75 percent of the world has the good sense not to spring forward, but we Americans have been forced to endure this sluggishness-inducing disruption since World War II. An energy conservation measure? What a kroc.

This most fussed-about hour of the year, studies have shown, has been linked to workplace fatigue, and higher rates of school and traffic accidents.

And according to recent poll by the Better Sleep Council, 40 percent of those surveyed say it takes them at least a week to get back to feeling normal.

Really, is that extra daylight in the evening worth it?

In order to soften the Monday morning blow, nearly 70 percent of the country, according to a survey by Sleepy’s the mattress retailer, would prefer moving the clock ahead at 2 a.m. Saturday rather than 2 a.m. Sunday.

“To every thing there is a season,” observed the preacher of Ecclesiastes, “and a time to every purpose under heaven.”

We doubt he would have included daylight saving time.