Spring, Spring, the beautiful Spring,
When it comes we hear the birds sing
Everyone seems so cheerful
For the long Winter months
have faded away.
It is so nice to see the grass so green,
And the people fishing
along the little stream.
The wild flowers are all in blow,
How much nicer they look
than the white snow.
The children gather them
as through the fields they run,
For the Spring is here and
the nice warm sun.
The little bee lights on a flower
and then flies away,
It is gathering honey for a rainy day.
The butterfly, with its golden wings,
On the trees and bushes light,
First on one and then another
and soon is out of sight.
The warm sunny days
glide along so fast,
It does not seem long
and the Summer is past.