The
grass is sprouting on the lawns,
The buds are starting in the park;
The
bluebird and the robin vie
In noisy chorus with the lark.
“Keep
off the grass” signs now appear
To fill each humorist with mirth;
Thank
Heaven yet no signs are out
To keep poor mortals “off the earth”.
March
19, 1904
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