“It’s Spring,” Friend, Mar. 1989, 42
It’s Spring
The seeds are growing into plants,
And buds are opening wide
To show the flower ruffles
That are hidden down inside
The tight wrappings on each tree;
And almost everywhere
There’s a happy, tingling feeling
That’s flitting through the air.
The sunshine is bright yellow,
And the birds can’t wait to sing.
Oh, all the earth is just so glad
That finally it’s spring!