Inside Collection: Le Petit Journal des Refusées
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Oh venial Spring! lock Winter’s door
And walk the blooming fields once more,
Just like you often done before.
Oh Spring a leek is not so green
As your sweet rosy face.
The meadows with alfalfa teem,
For bulls and cows to graze.
I love to watch Spring sweet and young,
When she the butter cups has brung—
Ah, life is sweet when Spring has sprung.
Lulu Lamb.