Oh, sweet spring,

how bad I miss thee,

and want so badly,

the green grass to see,

but the way it is snowing,

coming down steadily,

it will be a while,

before I see the bumble bee.

Hasten sweet spring,

so I can hear,

your song birds sing!

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