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An early February Sun
Was melting snow, inspiring sprouts.
The creatures from their holes came out
Saying: "Spring at last has come!"
Young Bunny from his hutch hopped out
And brightly sang and danced and tapped
'Till from his after-midday nap
King Winter woke and gave a shout.
"Quit your dancing! Stop the sap!
February isn't Spring!
It's Winter still, and I'm the King!"
He blew 'till Bunny's ear-flaps flapped.
A hollow stump that once had been
A maple tree, with branches high
Stood on a snowy hill nearby,
A cozy shelter offering.
"This stump looks nice! Let's have a try,"
Young Bunny said, as in he peered,
Then in he hopped, and warmed his ears
And sighed a most contented sigh....
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