They are back just like clock work. This a lyric version of the poem i wrote last year. Hey You Butter Cups.

Hey you butter cup
Ain't you pretty enough
Standing in the sunlight rows
You're like a fiddle
Your heart in the middle
You're just as pretty
As your colors show
Yeah you butter cup
Ain't you pretty enough
That's how the story goes

Out in the country
Any neighborhood
That's where they live and grow
When spring is sprung
Now here they come
Pretty as a picture show

Pour out some honey
It's so so good
That's why we love them so
Bring out the sunshine
Counting one by one
Don't you want to take'em home

Written by Chester Hardy III 3/10/24