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Jest rain and snow! and rain again! / And dribble! drip! and blow! / Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then -- / Some more rain and snow!
This morning I was 'most afeard / To _wake_ up -- when, I jing! / I seen the sun shine out and heerd / The first bluebird of Spring! -- / Mother she'd raised the winder some; -- / And in acrost the orchurd come, / Soft as a angel's wing, / A breezy, treesy, beesy hum, / Too sweet fer anything!
The winter's shroud was rent a-part -- / The sun bust forth in glee, -- / And when that _that bluebird_ sung, my hart / Hopped out o' bed with me!