WE can make no mistake, though you bluster
 and blow,
 For we've been to the spots where the violets
 grow;

 And the tiny green leaves are just shovwi..
 their heads,
 Where the sunbeams have played on their
 soft mossy beds;

 And the catkins are out in their velvety
 gowns:
 The brave little darlings care not for you
 fifrowns.
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