'Spring' 'Flower' 'Warmer'
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Fly little birdie, fly and sing,
Tell all your neighbors, “It’s time for spring!”
The trees are budding, flowers are blooming,
Fly little birdie, fly and sing,
A bit of life in the shadow of white
Despite the delight of this winter night
The cold must go free into a sea of green
The warm will swarm
