Spring will be here soon.
The snow will melt away
and the birds will sing there tune.

As the sun sits high at noon,
it pushes down it’s ray.
Spring will be here soon.

Trees will whistle and coon.
Music will be herd from bay to bay,
and the birds will sing there tune.

Leaves are no longer like a prune,
growing bigger and bigger each day.
Spring will be here soon.

Day’s will pass till its quickly June.
Squirrels hop around and play
and the birds will sing there tune.

While the sun rises until noon,
pupils minds begin to stray
Spring will be here soon.

Its time to sleep because here’s the moon.
Swinging and dancing with the sun.
Spring will be here soon,
and the birds will sing there tune.