Spring is coming.
I can hear her tiptoeing around the corner.
She's a feisty little child,
And she likes to keep you waiting.
She looks innocent enough,
With her golden curls and red lips,
But lurking in that child is a lion--
She floods rivers with her tears.
The only thing you can count on
Is that she never comes on time.
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