Spring is like an automobile that has had a long rest
For getting both started can be quite a test.

The engine, it groans and then it creaks.
The temperature spikes, and then it peaks.

And just when we think the struggle is over,
All suddenly goes quiet, and the temps gets colder.

And you see our heads hang, but deep down inside
We know it will start, and finally with pride

As the flowers, at last, bloom golden - not brown,
We can drive off together with the sun-roof down.

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