Oh, the Spring! (Mole’s Song)

Profound and soundless as the tune

Four fingers play within a pocket.

Summer comes, and then is gone.

Falls arrives, then Winter stops it.


Oh, the Spring! Is what I yearn for.

Birds that sing and grass that grows for

Miles, it seems.  Then slugs come out,

Mill about.  And roosters crow for

Glee.  Sometimes it seems the Spring fair shouts

With buttercups and jonquil sprouts.

And pastures sing with Moo!  And yearlings


             “Hail to thee!  blithe gadabout.”

                                                          by Carl Nelson

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