Sat on a rock,
At the height of the day,
Is a little spotty friend,
Whiling the time away,
Just waiting for aphids,
To chew upon,
It rests and waits,
For dinner to come,
It’s alliteral little laidback ladybug.
Tag: Spring
Bumbling Bumble Bee
Spring is here,
The air is warm,
And comes along,
The Bumbling Bumble Bee.
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As flower open,
Gardens bloom,
Comes to play,
The Bumbling Bumble Bee.
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It’s known hum,
And happy sway,
As it flies,
The Bumbling Bumble Bee .
Springtime has Come
The air is still cold,
As is the granite,
The ground still frosty,
In the morning sun,
But it is clear to see,
From the buds on the trees,
That spring has finally come.
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The fields are green,
As are the trees,
The sheep have lambed,
Out in the land,
You can clearly hear,
From the noise out there,
That spring has finally sprung.
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The trees are budding,
As are the tulips,
The flowers are growing,
Out in the garden,
You can clearly smell,
From the pollen out there,
That spring has just begun.
