Upon the dusty curve of spring
My fellow begonia likes to swing.
The beaten sculpture likes to dance
While little milk boy swings his lance.
Oho the spring has come for us!
Form a ring and sing 'til dusk!
Sing 'til the day has gone away!
Dance 'til the moon casts its glow on the bay!
Riddles and stories and birds and rats
All are rising, even the cats.
The lanterns fall
The trees stand tall!
Come spring, to greet us all!
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