Another Sisters day. Thank goodness for naps! And I used to think getting up at 6 to be at work at 8 was hard. Mind you, I was much younger then. LOL! A whole 5 years ago.
Spring, the Sweet Spring
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
"Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!"
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
"Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo."
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
"Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-wo!"
Spring, the sweet spring!
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