When we’re in the middle of Winter, we tend to forget about Spring,

So we get a pleasant surprise when the birds begin to sing.

Next the trees begin to blossom and the flowers start to bloom,

And we know that Winter’s gone, taking with it all its gloom.

Soon the birds start building nests, and then they begin to lay,

And the trees come out in leaves and soon it will be May.

Soon Spring will be leaving, and Summer coming instead.

Then Autumn in all its glory, throwing the leaves to their Winter bed.

And when we’re in the middle of Winter, and tending to forget about Spring

We’ll once more get a pleasant surprise, when the birds begin to sing.

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