I love filthy, dirty snow.I love to watch it melt and go.
I love icky, cruddy mud;
It's spring!
Snow melts in gray brown rivulets,
Exposing the butts of cigarettes,
Snow goes, here comes all the crud;
It's spring!
Mittens, hats, and scarves come off,
As our winter clothes we doff.
We've been wearing them a while;
It's spring!
Birds are hanging out in pairs,
It's time to go wake up the bears,
Courtship is suddenly in style;
It's spring!
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