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  • 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.

    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 King

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