sprung from winter’s jail
daffodils are vibrating in the breeze
rooks collecting nesting in the trees
the sun is flashing spring’s sweet code
a toad in the pond has shot her load and
seething the sea seems to be undecided
the lavender bounding very excited
spring has sprung its secret on me
why other would i be so full of glee
i think i’ll have another snooze
the cat says fair dos fair dos
and so we dose and dose
a dream that has hit it on the nose
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