Birdsong throngs the air;
Chipmunk has arisen—plump
From his warm storehouse—
All willing to forget such
a cold and nasty winter.
Skat@2022
Birdsong throngs the air;
Chipmunk has arisen—plump
From his warm storehouse—
All willing to forget such
a cold and nasty winter.
Skat@2022
You are so lucky to have chipmunks.
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