March brings breezes loud and shrill,
Stirs the dancing daffodills.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet,
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their flucy dams.
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I do not like the signs of spring,
The fever and the chills,
The icy mud, the puny bud,
The frozen daffodills,
Let other poets gaily sing:
I do not like the signs of spring. (Ogden Nash, It �s Never Fair Weather)
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How do you know it �s Spring?
And how do you know it �s Fall?
Suppose your eyes were always shut
And you couldn �t see at all.
Could you smell and hear the Spring?
And could you feel the Fall? (Margaret Wise Brown)
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Sound the Flute!
Now it �s mute.
Birds delight
Day and night;
Nightingale
In the dale,
Lark in the sky
Merrily,
Merrily, Merrily, to welcome in the Year.
Little boy,
Full of joy;
Little girl
Sweet and small;
Cock does crow,
So do you;
Merry voice,
Infant noise,
Merrily, Merrily, to welcome in the Year. (William Blake, Spring)
