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Winter is cold-hearted, / Spring is yea and nay, / Autumn is a weathercock / Blown every way: / Summer days for me / When every leaf is on its tree;
When Robin's not a beggar, / And Jenny Wren's a bride, / And larks hang singing, singing, singing, / Over the wheat-fields wide, / And anchored lilies ride, / And the pendulum spider / Swings from side to side,
And blue-black beetles transact business, / And gnats fly in a host, / And furry caterpillars hasten / That no time be lost, / And moths grow fat and thrive, / And ladybirds arrive.
Before green apples blush, / Before green nuts embrown, / Why, one day in the country / Is worth a month in town; / Is worth a day and a year / Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion / That days drone elsewhere.