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"_Oh, Winter, must you leave so soon? " / Said Spring as Winter turned to go.
"If only you could stay till June, / And help to make my garden grow._"
_So back again that night he goes / To see the flowers, how they grow.
Poor things, they looked so cold, he throws / O'er them a coverlet -- of snow._
_Next morning Spring was full of woe / To find her flowers frozen -- dead.
"The Fool I never thought he'd go / And take me at my word," she said._