Mother Nature has a way,
Of fooling the citizens of earth.
A sunny day can melt the cover,
And make the day like May.
And though the food for life is there,
The instinct of soul prevails.
And feathered friends revert to look,
For things, where nature normal puts.
But though this quirk of deception is there,
It soon will be gone again.
And the citizen returns to find his food,
Where other friends provide.
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