A short poem about the spring.
Spring is a very,
Wonderful thing.
The plants are new,
And the sky is so blue.
All in the spring.
In the spring the bees sting,
If you bother them.
You can see the stem,
Of new plants growing.
As spring keeps going.
As spring goes away,
And summer comes to stay,
I remember the wonderful things,
Spring brings.
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