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Four Seasons
Written May 1999.
Never knew there were four
Till I moved to Canada
Then I found
Spring
The leaves start to grow
Flowers bloom
It gets warmer
Summer
All is gay
Trees are green
It's time for a vacation
Everyone's out to play
Autumn
The leaves turn a golden brown
And soon start to fall
It gets colder
The trees are bare
Except the evergreens
Winter
Soon starts to fall
It's now freezing
But all the same it's fun
Making snowmen in the snow
Christmas vacation looms
In Canada there are four
That I never thought I'd find