the child's welcome to spring.
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I love to think of what you said,
Mother, to me last night,
Of this great world that God has made,
So beautiful and bright.
Mother, to me last night,
Of this great world that God has made,
So beautiful and bright.
And now it is the happy Spring,
No naughty thing I 'll do:
I would not be the only thing
That is not happy too.
No naughty thing I 'll do:
I would not be the only thing
That is not happy too.
