“A Secret No More,” Friend, Mar. 1999, 17
A Secret No More
(A poem with a picture for you to color)
The crocus told the robin.
Robin chirped it to the tree.
It bent its still-bare branches down
And whispered it to me.
So now I run and skip and hop,
And whistle, hum, and sing,
And spread the secret all about—
That nearly here is SPRING!