Along these hyacinth walks lay the truth,
On and beyond this fine Victoria Day,
We'll travel in the greenery of this land,
While some people call them blue bells,
They'll rhyme and sing their lovely songs,
As the flowers fade deep away,
But remain vibrate for our visit's momentarily long,
Warblers sing so proudly in the rooftops of the aspens,
And sparkle and dance like spinner tops and sunbeam dreams so true and wild,
Finally, the goldfinches appear for their quick shows,
While the purple finches pose, dressed in their raspberry-red fearless shawls that seem to glow,
And we leave Victoria once more to always return in the glorious sunshine.
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