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A New Year's Eve nursery rhyme. |
Beaver Seasons Mother Earth and Father Time Teamed up to write a nurs'ry rhyme. Beavers toil through Summer nights When shooting stars are common sights. Then they eat all they can hold While Autumn leaves are turning gold. Beavers dream through peaceful sleep When Old Man Winter's snows are deep. Robins singing near their den Announce that Spring is here again. Mother counts each season dear. For Father, it's another year. |