Spring, Spring, Spring

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.

Each nest is twitterin',
They're all baby-sitterin',
Spring, Spring, Spring...

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 Seven Brides For Seven Brothers

I will be doing laundry today and hanging it out on the line.

Spring, Spring, Spring.