This morning I heard a mocking bird call,
He hasn't been around all winter at all.
Perhaps this is a sign of spring,
After cold, wet days it's welcoming.
He builds his nest in bush and shrub,
Searches the grass for a tasty grub.
A lady will soon accompany him,
Does she join in his springtime hymn?
Gulls we hear all year 'round,
Screeching and hawking their crying sound.
Then a song bird does appear,
Hooray it's just that time of year.
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