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April Showers bring May flowers. Close your eyes and do not peek, and I’ll rub “spring” across your cheek. Soft as velvet smooth and sleek, close your eyes and do not peek. The wind told the grasses, and the grasses told the trees. The trees told the bushes, and the bushes told the bees. The bees told the robin, and the robin sang out clear: Wake up! Wake up! Spring is here!