Spring has sprung
Critters all twitterpated
The last bell has rung
Summer at last, so long awaited
Sitting high above the green sea
Nestled in a bed of fine bark
Patience, momma sings to me
Nature comes to do her part
One warm day in the tree
A boy hears a tweet-a-ly
If only the finder had been me
Instead of two, there'd be three
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