Fast
In the Spring,
Robin's Sing,
Watch the Blue Sky.
And Field Crests Waiting Best,
Brightened by Green.
Flowers, Rakes, Spades, and Hoes,
We're Damning All the Torpedoes,
To get the Best,
Garden's BlesSing,
Achieved!
It won't be long, till our garden song, starts some raining. And you can bet, the planted seeds, will grow a making.
Flowers, Rakes, Spades and Hoes,
We're Damning All the Torpedoes,
To Get the Best
Garden's Blessing
Achieved!
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