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Spring, you are welcome, for you are the friend of / Fathers of all little girlies and chaps.
Spring, you are welcome, for you mean the end of / Bundling them up in their cold-weather wraps.
Breathes there a parent of masculine gender, / One whose young hopeful is seven or less, / Who never has cursed the designer and vender / Of juvenile-out-of-doors-winter-time dress?
Leggings and overcoat, rubbers that squeeze on, / Mittens and sweater a trifle too small; / Not in the lot is one thing you can ease on, / One that's affixed with no trouble at all.
Spring, you are welcome, thrice welcome to father; / Not for your flowers and birds, I'm afraid, / As much as your promised relief from the bother / Of bundling the kid for the daily parade.