T’was the last of March,

the cloudy skies,

were beginning to clear,

My dog Snoopy,

who likes his walks,

took me by his leash,

to go look for deer.

We went on a trail,

I travelled,

when I was a lad,

picking blue berries,

with mum and dad.

There were more in my mouth,

than in the pail I had!

We walked up a hill,

and down over a knoll;

I was remembering ,

a lot about my childhood,

on this little stroll.

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