The flowers
are here,
Come on let’s
see them.
There is a butterfly so sweet,
Is it not the neatest thing?
That flies among the air,
So graceful is it not?
As it rises in the air,
As do kites on windy days.
The soothing motion it makes there,
As the wind going through my hair.
So you see a sweet little,
Bumble bee flying up a tree.
Oh my look at that baby fawn,
As sweet as to when it yawns.
As sweet as spring to come and be gone.
