spring

Spring is a beautiful thing.

As the bluebirds sing,

The sun is shining on me.

Thats when I feel so free,

As I am on the red swing.

When the sky is crying,

With a showing of a wing.

From a bird flying by the sea,

Spring is here.

With lots of tea making.

The bluegills are jumping,

In the big old rochester creek.

The growing of more trees.

The eagles start flying.

Spring is here.