When was the last I saw
The crocus up from a thaw
Their little heads a bobbin
Look there goes a robin!
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Spring is in the air
I have bird poop in my hair
The gardens are looking bare
I bend and pull a weed
After winters deep cold freeze
And feel a gentle breeze
As that bird attacks my thigh
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He seems to be perturbed
He’s coming back for more
I duck and weave
Dodge and stumble
Upon the ground you see I’ve tumbled
And laying here upon the stair
I am plotting his demise