The daffodils are bloomin'
Which has me quickly assumin'
Spring has sprung.
But then I go back to that year
That filled us all with great fear
Because of what the blizzard brung.
The day before was warm and mild,
But the next was blizzardly wild,
Much snow that fierce wind did flung.
So never count your buds before they bloom,
The weather could be schemin' wicked doom
And spring's quick good-bye sadly sung.
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