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The sunshine gleams So bright and warm, The sky is blue and clear. I run outdoors without a coat, And spring is almost here.
Then before I know it, by Edgar A. Guest And you've lost your golden treasure; If times you think you're lonely And have hungry grown for pleasure, Don't sit by your hearth and grumble, Don't let mind and spirit harden; If it's thrills of joy you wish for, Get to work and plant a garden! If it's drama that you sigh for, Plant a garden and you'll get it; You will know the thrill of battle Fighting foes that will beset it. If you long for entertainment And for pageantry most glowing, Plant a garden and this summer Spend your time With green things growing. If it's comradeship you sigh for, Learn the fellowship of daisies. You will come to know your neighbor By the blossoms that he raises. If you'd get away from boredom And find new delights to look for, Learn the joy of budding pansies Which you've kept a special nook for.  March Wind March wind is a jolly fellow; He likes to joke and play. He turns umbrellas inside out And blows men's hats away. He calls the pussy willows And whispers in each ear, "Wake up you lazy little seeds; Don't you know that spring is here". Springtime A small green frog On a big brown log; A black and yellow bee In a little green tree; A red and yellow snake By a blue-green lake, All sat and listened To a red bird sing, "Wake up, everybody! It's spring! It's spring!"
|  by Richard Le Gallienne
I meant to do my work today, But a brown bird sang in the apple tree, And a butterfly flitted across the field, And all the leaves were calling me. The wind went sighing over the land, Tossing the grasses to and fro, And a rainbow held out its shining hand, So what could I do but laugh and go? Close your eyes And do not peek And I'll rub spring Across your cheek.  Soft as velvet, Smooth and sleek; Close your eyes And do not peek. My Spring Garden Here is my little garden, Some seeds I'm going to sow. Here is my rake to rake the ground, Here is my handy hoe.  Here is the big, round yellow sun; The sun warms everything. Here are the rain clouds in the sky; The birds will start to sing. Little plants will wake up soon, And lift their sleepy heads; Little plants will grow and grow In their little, warm earth beds. |
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