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I liked to take my baby brother
And my little sister too
And ramble in the countryside
When the spring was fresh and new.
We would take our Easter baskets
And would fill them with delights
Culled from the drifts of wild flowers,
As part of our springtime rites.
We would take our gifts to Mother
And would hang them on her door.
She would say that she had never seen
Such lovely flowers before.
She said she loved our floral designs
Made from spring's first dandelions.