Over Cleeve Hill

The sun rises over Cleeve Hill,
Everything is chill.
Bunnies bounce and little chicks sing
Their song,
Winter has gone,
A warm beginning.

Fresh leaves bloom,
Say goodbye to the gloom.

Hum a happy tune,
Until the springtime moon.
A river of hats and sunglasses,
When someone passes.

The sun rises over Cleeve Hill,
Everything is chill.
Bunnies bounce and little chicks sing,
Their song.
Winter has gone.

Kirstie Grainger

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