Where the wild flowers bloom
There stands a quaint cottage
With a beautiful view
Huge oak trees surround it
Their boughs bending low
The cottage looks lovely
When the spring breezes blow
The woods are enchanting
Little birds fly around
And tiny creatures
Hover the ground
The squirrels how they scamper
High in the trees
Red-breasted robins
Fly high in the breeze
The meadows are friendly
Where the cool waters flow
The waters are clear and the
The wild lilies grow
Let's go to that cottage
And stay all day long...
We'll sit in the sunshine
Hear the mocking bird's song..
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