Ah Spring, that time of the year,
When the greyness of Winter will disappear.
Barren ground, covered with the shredded bark
From last years, old gardening chore,
Is spotty and I need to restore.
The bulbs, planted this past Fall
Are growing and soon, they will all
Burst forth beautifully; I know they will,
As I see purple Hyacinth and Daffodil.
The tops of Tulips, with nibbled tips,
Bring a few unkind words to my lips.
The Bluebells, were planted, this past Fall,
Maybe the most beautiful of all.