What force guides the bee's fluttering wing,
How does she know it is spring?
And pray tell, Lord where did she get that sting?
What makes the Robin snap his head,
And why is his breast so red?
Is it that spring's upon us, and winter's dead?
By Fitzgerald
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Friday, February 10, 2006
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