Oh, the barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy, And the obvious reason is because of the season Ma Nature's lyrical, with her yearly miracle Spring, Spring, Spring.
All the hen-folk are hatchin' While their men-folk are scrathin' To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival. DORCAS: Each nest is twitterin', They're all baby-sitterin', Spring, Spring, Spring.
It's a beehive of buddin' son and daughter life, Every family has plans in view. Even down in the brook the underwater life Is forever blowin' 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 gettin' shinery, to spotlight the finery,
Spring, Spring, Spring.
From his eerie, the eagle with his eagle eye Gazes down across his eagle beak And a'fixin' his lady with the legal eye Screams "suppose we fix the date this week!"
Yes, siree, spring disposes That it's all one supposes It's a real bed of roses Waggin' tails, rubbin' noses.
Each day is Mother's Day The next is some other's day When all is KingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
