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Winter, be gone
And don't come back soon
Spring is coming
And not a day too soon
She has flowers
And green grass to share
All you have to offer
Is cold and dry air
I don't mean to be mean
It's not my style
It's just that springtime
Makes me feel like a child
And you, Mr. Winter
You make me feel cross
I don't like the snow
And I dislike the frost
So winter, be gone
I'll see you next year
You're no longer welcome
To stay around here.
