It was late afternoon,

the sun was high,

high in the sky,

and in a maple tree,

a robin sang near bye.

The snow was melting,

mud is everywhere,

I hear a hawk cry,

it is high in the air.

Just over the ridge,

I hear a partridge drum,

calling for a mate,

and hoping she will come.

Everywhere I look,

I see the sights of spring,

and say thank you,

to my Savior and King!

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