Spring is upon us, nature awakes,
She brings up the flowers and unfreezes lakes,
The babies are born to the animals who mourn,
As the people steal, the animals’ corn.
Spring is upon us, nature awakes,
She brings up the flowers and unfreezes lakes,
The babies are born to the animals who mourn,
As the people steal, the animals’ corn.
Slow And Steady
A tortiose and a snail, one day had a race,
Both in competition, at a slow and steady pace.
The tortoise plodded on, the finish was so near,
But when he arrived, the snail was already here!