A poem of springtime and what it may bring.
Its spring, its spring,
What a wonderful thing.
I wonder what these gay months may bring?
The Easter bunny hopping and glad
For all the fun, he’ll bring, to be had.
Little fleecy lambs all warm and cuddly,
Gambolling in fields, very gladly and happily.
Beautiful, sun yellow, daffodils and other bright flowers,
For people to gaze at for hours and hours.
What else? Yes! The warm friendly sun,
Peeping his head out so we all can have fun.
Its spring, its spring,
What a wonderful thing.
Who knows what these gay months may bring.
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