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 henfolk are hatchin', while their menfolk are scratchin' To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival Each nest is twittering, they're all babysittering 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.
To itself, each amoeba softly croons „ach, du lieber” While the proud little termite feels as large as a worm might Old papa dragonfly is makin' his wagon fly Spring, spring, spring
Ev'ry bug's snuggled snuggy in its own baby buggy, And in spite of policing seems the tribe is increasing. ‘Cause missus Kelly did, wants did what her matey did Spring, spring, spring
Daddy Long Legs is stretching out his creaking joints, And how busy can a bumble be? Flitting hither and thither she keeps seeking joints With a spare room and a nursery.
Each cocoon has a tenant, so they hung out a pennant "Don't disturb, please keep waiting, we are evacuating. This home's my mama's isle, soon have my own domicile" Spring, spring, spring Spring, spring, spring ---- Written down – basiabijouTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
