Sunday, April 5, 2009

Robins + Gravestone Expeditions = Spring!

Now was the winter gone, and the snow; and Robin the Redbreast
Boasted on bush and tree it was he and no other
That had covered with leaves the Babes in the Wood, and blithely
All the birds sang with him, and little cared for his boasting,
Or for his Babes in the Wood, or the Cruel Uncle, and only
Sang for the mates they had chosen, and cared for the nests they were building.

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