In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer...
Don't kill the birds, the pretty birds That sing about your door, Soon as the joyous spring has come And chilling storms are o'er. The...
Little white snowdrop just waking up, Violet, daisy, and sweet buttercup, Think of the flowers that are under the snow, Waiting to grow! And think...
Come up, April, through the valley, In your robes of beauty drest, Come and wake your flowery children From their wintry beds of rest; Come...
Oh, such a commotion under the ground When March called, "Ho, there! ho!" Such spreading of rootlets far and wide, Such whispering to and...
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