Seasons

Spring brings rain and flowers that grow

And lots of puddles that flow and flow

 

Summer brings swimming and lots of fun

We love to play out in the sun

 

Autumn brings lots of orange leaves

While the unthankful disbelieves

 

Winter brings Santa Claus with his sack of toys

Something for all the nice girls and boys

 

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