The days are getting longer now,
'tis clearly plain to see.
The pain of Winter's nearly gone,
That hurt both you and me.
The mornings frosts don't last long now,
The Sun's high in the sky.
The Fair Maids of February,
They'll flower and then they'll die.
The Daffodil's the next to come,
The portent of Springs bright days.
The joyous yellow flowers,
Are so welcome to my gaze.
Green sprouting in the hedgerows,
There's buds upon the trees.
Birds are singing in the boughs,
There's the buzzing of the bees.
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