Wake up from winter’s slumber
That slothful, cosy lie-abed.
Hear that persistent shout
It’s spring, it’s coming out.
The days are stretching, yawning
Expanding in the warming air
There’s a feeling of expectancy…
It’s Spring, it’s nearly there
Feeling impatient, a troublesome tickle?
A turning up of the senses
With frisky on high?
It’s Spring it’s nigh
Buds are joyfully bursting
Leaves spring from somnolent bough
Bulbs are thrusting skywards
It’s Spring, it’s coming now
Step up, and out, and look about.
It’s mix and match and mate
Succumb and follow Natures cue
Spring doesn’t hesitate
Every creatures getting lively
Birds are preening, singing, dancing
Bees are buzzing and romancing
Spring is playful, Spring is prancing
Now’s the time to rise and shine
Don your glad rags, bad shoes, big smile
Strut your stuff, be spontaneous
Cos Spring has style