Poetry

 

 

It Must Be Spring

by Dorothy Doremus
 

When the trees are budding and my nose is running, it must be spring.
 

When the change of season gets me wheezing, it must be spring.
 

When the flowers are blooming and my head is zooming, it must be spring.
 

When hay is growing and medicine is flowing, it must be spring.
 

When baseball is pitching and people are itching, it must be spring.
 

When diets are started and bathing suits discarded, it must be spring.
 

When animals start mating and birds start debating, it must be spring.
 

When boats begin rowing and farmers are sowing, it must be spring.
 

When children are served because Mr. Softee is heard, it must be spring.
 

When kittens roam free and we drink iced tea, it must be spring.
 

When grills are a-cooking and my tummy's looking, it must be spring.

 

 


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