Walt couldn't wait for spring and all its cheer.
So that he could get out his green and yellow John Deere.
He loved the smell of fresh cut green grass.
Riding his John Deere lawnmower always gave him a blast.
He always hated for mowing season to end.
This meant garaging his green and yellow best friend.

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