Seasonal poem about the spring and flowers and birds.
Spring is in the air there is a sweet smell from the hay
The trees are sprouting new leaves the birds start to sing
All of nature is now coming out to play
Look around you just how clear you see everything
The new flowers are peeping just through the soil in the sun
As the nights begin to lengthen the children come out to play
All of the planting of vegetables and fruit is done
The farmer waits now to harvest all together with a barn full of hay
So as i am sitting and watch the world rush past
Why dash around and worry go slow you silly billy
You look at me as you go rushing by fast
I shout come and join me and look at the new lily
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