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Shy little pansies Tucked away to sleep, Wrapped in brown blankets Piled snug and deep, Heard in a day dream A bird singing clear: "Wake, little sweethearts; The springtime is here!" Glad little pansies, Stirring from their sleep, Shook their brown blankets Off for a peep, Put on their velvet hoods, Purple and gold, And stood all a-tremble Abroad in the cold. Snowflakes were flying, Skies were grim and gray, Bluebird and robin Had scurried away; Only the cruel wind Laughed as it said, "Poor little April fools, Hurry back to bed!" Soft chins a-quiver, Dark eyes full of tears, Brave little pansies, Spite of their fears, Said "Let us wait for The sunshiny weather; Take hold of hands, dears, And cuddle up together." |