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| Summer Picnic Tote |
Mission accomplished.
Summer may well be Icumen in but, at the rate it's moving, the cuckoo will have flown before we see much sunshine for picnics.
The Cuckoo comes in April
She sings her song in May
In June she changes her tune
In July she prepares to fly
In August go she must
She sings her song in May
In June she changes her tune
In July she prepares to fly
In August go she must
