The Spring in gown of green came at midnight
And stole along the parkland in moonlight
And people of suburbia fast asleep
When Spring from tree to garden tree did creep.
This morning early wattlebird did sing
As if she knew it were first day of Spring
And magpie piped a tune so good to hear
To welcome Spring to Southern Hemisphere.
The Spring has come for her annual three months stay
And then like wanderer she'll be away
And to distant Lands beyond the sea she'll go
To bring new life and melt the Winter snow.
The Spring came in at midnight in her green
A welcome guest though she has not been seen
In still of night she shuffled down the street
And no one heard her pass on silent feet.
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