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What do you suppose?
A bee sat on my nose.
Then what do you think?
He gave me a wink
And said, "I beg your pardon,
I thought you were the garden."
from Sing a Song of Seasons:
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
Selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann PReston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
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