I`m a pretty little thing, Always coming with the spring; In the meadows green I`m found, Peeping just above the ground, And my stalk is cover`d flat With a white and yellow hat. Little Mary, when you pass Lightly o`er the tender grass, Skip about, but do not tread On my bright but lowly head, For I always seem to say, "Surely winter`s gone away."SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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