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 I will study hard—

And when I am good,

She has always said

She would give me a kiss

When I went to bed.

The pleasant Spring has come again,

The pretty birds are here,

The grass grows in the gentle rain,

And buds and flowers appear—

I love to see the sky so clear,

And all things look so gay—

The fairest month in all the year

Is sweet and sunny May.

And well I know the cold deep snow

And winter storms are past,

And merrily now to school I'll go,

Nor fear the chilling blast—