HERE GO THE ANIMALS…
Out in the plains, covered in grass,
Are the bull bison, looking for a lass.
Down in the wetlands, covered in snow,
There hide the beavers, lying low.
And when spring comes, trying to fly,
There go the little geese, coming by.
Summer sun, scorching hot,
The animals lie in the shade they sought.
The seasons, they come and go,
The bull, the calf, the deer, the doe.
How they make it through it all,
No matter how many times they fall.
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