  The birds are singing While nature is bringing, All of its beauty to show. The little wild flowers With sunshine and showers Are the things that we love so. They gladden our hearts And strengthen our souls, Making life seem young To those growing old. There’s the beautiful budding Of the dogwood trees, It’s a shaking and waking For the little honey bees. To let them know That nature brought back With a whole summer’s sweetness In her blossoms its packed. |
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