"Spring, spring, spring!"

I just love spring weather! It is so fun! The blooming trees, and the flowers coming out of their hiding places it is so beautiful! Spring is so amazing. Everything has come out to greet the sun the world is a happy place. Just when you think that you can't handle the snow and rain it is spring! Spring is a time to go outside, have picnics and play games. Oh and there is spring break. PLus the season after spring is SUMMER! Yay for summer! That means no school and my birthday! Spring is so happy. All the birds are chirping and flying. The grass is green and the flowers are out. (especially tulips! those are my favorite!)Right now all I can think of is this song from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers about spring!

In November, the snow starts to fly,
Piling up, ankle-high.
Come December, it's up to your knee,
Still a bride's a bride-to-be.
January, higher still,
To the parlor window sill.
February finds a drift
And the storm that seems never to lift.
March comes in like a lion, what else?
Still the snow never melts.
April showers will come, so they say.
But they don't, and it's May.
You're about to forget the whole thing,
All at once, one day, it's Spring.

Spring, Spring, Spring

Oh, the barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy,
And the obvious reason is because of the season
Ma Nature's lyrical, with her yearly miracle
Spring, Spring, Spring.
All the hen-folk are hatchin'
While their men-folk are scrathin'
To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival.
Each nest is twitterin',
They're all baby-sitterin',
Spring, Spring, Spring.
It's a beehive of buddin' son and daughter life,
Every family has plans in view.
Even down in the brook the underwater life
Is forever blowin' bubbles too.
Every field wears a bonnet
With some spring daisies on it,
Even birds of a feather show their clothes off together.
Sun's gettin' shinery, to spotlight the finery,
Spring, Spring, Spring.
From his eyrie, the eagle with his eagle eye
Gazes down across his eagle beak
And a'fixin' his lady with the legal eye
Screams "suppose we fix the date this week!"
Yes, siree, spring disposes
That it's all one supposes
It's a real bed of roses
Waggin' tails, rubbin' noses.
Each day is Mother's Day
The next is some other's day
When all is King ....

(http://libretto.musicals.ru/text.php?textid=300&language=1)