As the flowers unfold,
Beginning to bloom,
A new story is told,
In everyone’s room.
The children play,
Throughout the day;
Running,
cheering,
shouting,
Having the time of their lives.
Enjoying themselves,
They run through wildflowers.
Inside, fathers are preparing
Loading the tackle and bait,
Readying the rods and hooks.
They'll bring home their best catches,
be it bluegill,
Walleye,
or a simple catfish.
In the garden, the mothers watch the little ones play.
Pulling the weeds, and planting daisies,
They pick a bouquet
Of tulips and roses,
of marigolds and chrysanthemums.
As the fathers return home, they hum a merry tune.
Once the fish are roasted,
They all sit together.
Praising the wonderful weather
That only Springtime can provide.