Bath Time For Birdie

Song Sparrow

Every season hath its pleasures: 
Spring may boast her flowery prime, 
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures 
Brighten Autumn's soberer time. 
So life's year begins and closes; 
Days, though shortening, still can shine; 
What, though youth gave loves and roses, 
Age still leaves us friends and wine.
 ~Thomas Moore

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