Oh
how I love
the
first signs of spring!
When
Old Man Winter
Has
nothing to bring!
When
the last bit of snow
ends
up in a stream
and
the memories of winter
become
just a dream!
When
a flock of geese
herald
a new day
by
honking their message
in
their own special way
And
Oh how the frogs
how
they 'peep' in the grass!
yet
all become silent
the
moment I pass!
I
laugh with the mirth
of
a babbling brook
And
leap like a fish
that
just lost a hook!
Oh
how I love
The
first signs of Spring!
I'm
just like the birds
for
I just want to sing!!!
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