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From: ROBERTA L. BURGEALAS! ALAS! THE SPRING IS HERE, OH FEEL THE GENTLE BREEZE. THAT WANDERS THROUGH THE FLOWERS TO BURST, AND SOMETIMES MAKES YOU SNEEZE.
THE FIRST SPRING MORNING
THE BLUE JAYS ARE CONTENT TO SEE, THE BRIGHTLY SUNLIT DAY.
WINTER IS GONE FOR A WHILE, THEY CHIRP, AND OUR CARES ARE GONE AWAY.
THE MEADOWS FLOW WITH FIELDS OF GREEN, WHY NOT DANCE AND PLAY.
AND LOOK FOR DAISIES DOWN THE LANE, AND RUN FAR-FAR AWAY.
TO LOOK DOWN AND GATHER PINE CONES, THAT IN THE FOREST GROW.
AND GAILY HUNT FOR DANDELIONS, THAT RISE UP FROM THE SNOW.
THERE THE OLD WOODSMAN GRUFF, HAS HALF THE FOREST CUT.
AND STACKS THE WOODPILE ALL DAY LONG, BESIDE HIS TINY HUT.
WE'LL TIPTOE UP TO SEE HIM, AND STARTLE HIM WITH GLEE,
PRAISING THE BITTER WINTER GONE, AND WARM SPRINGTIME YET TO BE.