Here is a sketch from recent wanderings, and below it a verse my daughter and I learned while experiencing the properties of numbers in first grade. Its delight and usefulness lie in its three-fold-ness: three verses, in anapestic (short-short-long) monometer, about a charming three-petaled flower. During the same block I taught her to waltz, and we danced around the room chanting this poem.
For another March 1st welcome, please see In Like a Lion.
Snowdrops we
Petals three
You may see.
White, green, gold
We unfold
In the cold.
Words of cheer
Speak we clear:
Spring is near.
Polly