Summer Is Nigh

Summer is nigh!
How do I know?
Why, this very day
A robin sat
On a tilting spray,
And merrily sang
A song of May.
Jack Frost has fled
From the rippling brook;
And a trout peeped out
From his shady nook.
A butterfly too
Flew lazily by,
And the willow catkins
Shook from on high
Their yellow dust
As I passed by:
And so I know
That summer is nigh.
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