Spring

Dandelions open their yellow-gold faces On fresh, green carpets Robins, blue jays, the lowly sparrow
And the rare cardinal Burrow their beaks into their food bowl
My yard, full of dandelions... It is spring It is spring under Brilliant blue skies In this little town Host to crisp, bracing, on-their-way-to-somewhere winds
It is spring
And before the mowers are brought out
The tulips coaxed out of their immaculate beds The dandelions will riot
It is spring...

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