In the Spring promise of prosperity blooms,
When well forgotten, cold bite of winter no longer looms.
All is bright and beautiful, hearts merry and fair,
In the sweet kiss of sunshine we revel without a care.
Green and long and full the grass doth grow,
In the fertile ground of summertime our love doth show.
A time of plenty, great is our lot.
By Autumn we store away all we've got.
Miser or merciful,
When Winter's cold fingers come a knocking,
Will we share the things we've been stocking?
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