Oh spring

Oh spring,

it makes me sing

some words

about birds.

 

The crickets sing.

They actully go ring ring ring.

Sometimes they go ding

 

The birds sing too, 

they dont sing sad or blue.

This is spring

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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