Oh,
the barnyard is busy
in a regular tizzy
And the obvious reason
is because of the season
My nature's lyrical,
with her yearly miracle,
it's spring, spring, spring.
All the hen folk are hatching
while the man folk are scratching,
to ensure the survival
of each brand new arrival.
Each nest is twittering,
they're all babysittering,
spring, spring, spring.
It's a beehive of budding
son -and -daughter life
Every fam ily has plans in view
Even down in the brook
the underwater life
Is forever blowing 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 getting shinery to
spotlight the finery.
Spring, spring, spring.
In his hollow the gopher
seems a bit of a loafer.
The industrious beaver
puts it down to spring fever.
While there's no antelope who
feels that he can't elope,
it's spring, spring, spring.
Slow but surely the turtle,
who's enormously fertile,
lays her eggs by the dozens,
maybe some are her cousins.
Even the catamount is
nonplussed at that amount,
it's spring, spring, spring.
From his airy the eagle
with his eagle eye
Gazes down across his eagle beak
An d affixing his lady
with a legal eye
Screams, sup pose we
set the date this week
Even though to each rabbit
spring is more like a habit
Notwithstanding the factors
they indulge in the practice
Each day is Mother's Day,
the next day's Mother 's Day,
it's spring, spring, spring.
Even out in Australia,
the kangaroos lay off butterfat
and all the French fries.
If their offspring are large,
it might be dangerous.
They've just gotta keep
them pocket -sized.
Yes siree, spring discloses
that it's all one supposes
Wagging tails, rubbing noses,
but it's no bed of roses
If for the storkupine,
consider the porcupine who
longs to cling
Keeping com pany is tricky,
it can get pretty stick y in the spring
Spring, spring