What robins oft proclaim.




Spring is hinting through the cold

And sun bit longer stays

The smiles appear on passersby

And robins trot sprightly pace.


The neighbours jest in small talk heard

Might this be all the year?

But still we‘d miss the sparkling snows

At twilight of the year?


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