It’s Spring March 20, 2015


“It’s Spring”

It’s spring; it’s spring

the birdies sing with glee

and all around creeps the columbine vine

startling some stately tree.

It’s spring; it’s spring,

the fishies spin their tale

and swirling near streams, the wildflowers be

home for some tiny snail.

It’s spring; it’s spring;

the valley sings its song;

squirrels in tune

curl their tales at the moon

as the grass grows along.

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