Rayna memorized "Written in March" by William Wordsworth recently, and we thought it would be appropriate to recite during March... If you listen closely you can even hear the "cock crowing" in the background!
(I'm not sure if she's pausing for dramatic effect right before the last line, or if she is listening to a new sound.)
Written in March
The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,*
The lake doth glittter.
The green field sleeps in the sun.
The oldest and the youngest
Are at work with the strongest.
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising.
There are forty feeding as one.
*Strider wants to know how many followers the small birds have on Twitter. And also, are the bigger birds Facebooking instead?
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