She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."
by A.A. Milne
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Only just starting to spot a few daffodils round these parts, can't wait to see them all out in bloom! Great post, loved the wee poem :)
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