Spring is the time of year
The birds begin to sing.
We look around and see
The beauties of nature each day brings.

Women plant vegetable and flower gardens
And take care of them too.
Much time and effort is taken
To make them look nice, that's true.

The kids fly their kites
And ride their bikes too.
People enjoy being outside
To look at the pretty blue skies.

The grass is pretty and green.
There are flowers - small and tall.
Out of all the four seasons,
Spring is the prettiest season of all.

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