
Spring tried to come,
But winter kept its grip.
Snow left us cold and numb,
And we tried not to slip.
The white fluffy snow
Clung to trees and fields of gold,
The wind did blow
As winter kept its hold.
Yet whispers of spring
Slowly began to appear
As the birds begin to sing,
We let out a cheer!
Spring at last will come
And the snow will all be gone.
We’ll give a little hum,
As we play out on the lawn.
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