Spring has sprung
the grass is riz
I wonder where the birdie is?
"Plop" ...oh there hie is.
This was the poem that mommy always repeats to us (something about Juba making it up)
Well its been snowy...wait, rainy... wait warm... wait...MOM! Are you sure its Spring?
So the weather isn't warm... but THE BiKE has been freed from the garage.
Now we ride!
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