Spring - Poem by Charlotte Ballard
When Dandelions spout golden hats
Savory and thyme first peek out,
And bull-frogs croak a lover's song
To delight and entertain
A swollen belly lady eager to spawn.
The blue jays, then, on every tree
Muddies the air with a ratchet song.
And then dive-bombs a silky hair menace
Never retreat-the babes are safe once more.
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