Winters are past and now it’s warm and clear,
Oh can you hear? Oh can you hear?
The grass is soft with shades of green,
The sticky tiny buds are bursting on the trees.
Oh the primrose and the tulips are beginning to groom,
The golden sunflowers flourish the meadows in bloom.
The birds are chirping and the Robins go singing,
The bees are humming and the caterpillars go sunning.
The spider builds its web and the rabbits go hopping by,
Bears, Squirrels and the little mole, go out marching in style.
For the eagles that soar and the sparrows that fly low,
The hen hatches its egg in her woven nest below.
The Earth turns to mud and no more flakes of snow,
No more mittens, boots and socks to adore.
The perfume of the roses spread and fills the air.
For Spring Time is here, lets rejoice and cheer.