Summer is coming! Summer is coming!

I am tired of winter! Tired of winter!

I love the summer! I love the summer!

Come, Little Violet, come up! I will sing to you.”

Little Violet was tired of winter.

She was tired of the snow.

She longed for the summer.

She longed for the sweet singing of the birds.

She was so glad when Blue-bird called.

She awoke. She came out. She grew.