A Merry Chase
Spring starts sets the pace
Summer flies then falls behind
Autumn takes the wand
Primed to win the race
Clears three hurdles just to find
Winter's grasping hand
Cold with no remorse
Obstacles o'ercome and then
Spring joins in again
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