Spring is not just the show Of our world of wonder, But a light in the dark That makes you ponder. Why do the trees, Why does the breeze, From March until May, Sway in their way? Our wondrous world, With its twists and its turns, Will gently decay, Softly fly away. Summer will come With mosquitoes and bugs, And the sweet smell of fruit Will fil our lungs. And when summer comes With mosquitoes and bees No homework, Hurray! Just stay like this, please! by Tilda Csikos

For the first day of spring, we have something fun for you. At Bright Horizons, we simply LOVE riddles! We love to guess them, to make...