The February days are few
Think groundhogs and valentines
With Mardi Gras between the two
And Presidents’ Day signs
We’re ready for the winter’s end
And picture it Hawaiian
But reality we can’t suspend
It’s like wet dandelions
Perhaps that is too bleak and grim
The days are not so stark
And daffodils are looking prim
As light gains on the dark
The arctic air’s no longer near
So spring is now a dream
The surest sign of it is here
A top-ranked Beaver baseball team
Go Beavs!
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