Spring Spring Spring
Spring! Spring! Spring!
The bells ring, ring, ring!
I am in the park under the tree.
I am free, free, free!
The crows are sitting on the tree,
They are also free, free, free.
Nothing clever comes into my head,
Only foolish things instead.
More than that!
Those critters which are on the tree
They have more freedom than me.
Their litters they throw on my head.
Should I cry or be glad?
Larisa Rzhepishevska
Copyright © Larisa Rzhepishevska | Year Posted 2013
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