Spring has come
Oh the squirrels are nibblin!
Oh the children's gigglin!
Oh the trees are jigglin,
Wrigglin, ticklin,
An showin their barely growin
Flarse and greenery
Booming and blooming,
Gushing and mushing,Whooshing, Swooshing
Plooshing,
No excusing
Not to walk outside
Buzzing Fuzzing
Cheeping Chirping
Pistols, pollen fusing
Go Perusing
Down by the railroad tracks
Smelling, belling
Quelling swelling
No Not telling
Winter's losing
Barefoot cruising
Oh spice horizon!
The grass stopped hidin,
neath the frosty 'jamas
clouds stopped providin.
Oh I think its well
some liquid fell
instead of ice.
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