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Show A WAIL Of SPRINO. I lsrcy Waxman. It's the4ime of year When a If 'round you hear A lot of blah about Spring. How the bloeeoms eoa&e And the bees all hum While tha little birdie stag. And you read a lot Of poetic rot A hour how sweet sephyrs Mow. And the hawthorn hedge And the marahy sedge And the buds that gently grow. . And your friends stl say The same thing each day , . That eoun you U see diaplayed Uotdea daffo1ils ! On ths roadalds hills , And violeu In tha glad. But thought poets sing Ot the Joyous Swing 1 And call her "dainty elf, I d like leas words About trees Sad birds And a glimpse of Spring Itself, S. X. World. |