The nights are getting lighter,
The daffodils are saying hello;
The grass is getting cut,
Soon, it will be winter no more.
The sun is getting higher,
As it rises in the morn;
Nature's waking up,
To springs miraculous new dawn.
The snowdrops mass together,
Little buds search out their bloom;
New constellations are visible,
By the light of the coming moon.
Soon little sleepy animals,
Will yawn and open their eyes;
Smell the clean fresh air,
Below bright blue skies.
Wake up, wake up!
For Spring is almost here;
Time for yummy picnics and the odd bottle of beer.
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