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Cheerily!

I’ve shared this on social media before, but since the birds are singing this morning and the earth is warming again, I thought I’d toss it up on the blog. God bless you today and always! 

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“Cheerily!”
 
Scent of warm air,
First breath of spring,
Damp earth, kiss of sun,
Robin starts to sing:
"Cheerily, cheer up! Cheer up!
Cheerily, cheer up!"

Redbuds open
Squirrels chatter loud,
Tulip shoots, gentle rain,
Cardinal whistles proud:
"Hear, hear,
Birdie, birdie, birdie!
Cheer, Cheer,
Birdie, birdie, birdie!"

Dawn breaks early,
Sky, sapphire clear,
Cotton tails, greening grass,
Black-cap calls love near:
"Sweetie!
Sweetie!
Take-a-see-see-see-see,
Sweetie!
Chickadee-dee-dee-dee-dee!"

Awake, O earth,
Cheerily, cheer up!
Take heart, O man,
Hear birdie, birdie, birdie!
Spring at last,
Take-a-see-see-see!

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