The fields are rich with daffodils,
A coat of clover cloaks the hills,
And I must dance, and I must sing
To see the beauty of the spring.
The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze,
It is a time of carefree days;
And bees abuzz that chance to pass
May see me snoozing in the grass.
The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,
A shower sprinkles softly down;
The air is fragrant, crisp, and cool,
And once again I'm stuck in school.
The birds are gone, the world is white,
The winds are wild, they chill and bite;
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
And I can barely feel my feet.
The last is done, the next is here,
The same as it is every year;
Spring -- then sunshine ' autumn ' snow,
That is how each year must go.
The fields are rich with daffodils,A coat of clover cloaks the hills,And I must dance, and I must singTo see the beauty of the spring.The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze,It is a time of carefree days;And bees abuzz that chance to passMay see me snoozing in the grass.The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,A shower sprinkles softly down;The air is fragrant, crisp, and cool,And once again I'm stuck in school.The birds are gone, the world is white,The winds are wild, they chill and bite;The ground is thick with slush and sleet,And I can barely feel my feet.The last is done, the next is here,The same as it is every year;Spring -- then sunshine ' autumn ' snow,That is how each year must go.
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