She lives with daddy oak,
Always loves to crack a
joke.
She loves to sing and shout,
Dance around, swirl about.
Seen when first flowers bloom,
Always happy, never gloom.
A bringer of silver and gold,
All her treasures to unfold.
Grace and beauty is her
style,
She really makes life worth-
while.
Decorates in berries blue,
She knows a thing or two.
Gathers leaves in the spring,
Sure is a lovely thing.
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