The Spring And The Little Bird

 

Says the spring, “Cool breeze, and sunshine,”

While the bird sings up in a tree,

“Spring is here, spring is here,”

As gay as can be.

 

Says the flower, “I spread my blithe foliage,”

Says the sky, “Me, blue, for freedom,”

“I can’t live in confinement,” voices the bird,

“As I can’t live without spring.”

 

Says the sun, “My sunshine,”

“Makes spring what it is,”

Says the little bird,

“I can only live, with spring’s sweet kiss.”

 

As spring gives way to summer,

It leaves the little bird behind,

Who wails and laments all through the day,

Still hoping, spring it will find.”

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