At last the long winter is over,
At last spring is here,
I see the robin,
and hear it's song of cheer.
At last the flowers,
stick their being above the warming soil,
and at last the gardener will in the ground,
begin to toil.
At last I hear,
the wild goose call,
and at last I taste spring,
a feed of fiddleheads,
a fresh caught trout.
At last it is spring,
and I can shout,
get the barbecue out!
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