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Cackle here, cackle there,
The crows are everywhere.

Sun is bright, Sun is warm,
Oh, I can feel his charm.

'Sneaking in, 'sneaking out,
Squirrels hop about.

The whir of lawnmowers I can hear,
The scent of grasses I smell, oh dear!

Flowers blossom, leaves glisten;
I better hum and listen.

The clouds are so marshmallow white;
I wish it means, my future's bright.