it's spring, spring, spring.
All the hen folk are hatching
while the man folk are scratching,
of each brand new arrival.
they're all babysittering,
It's a beehive of budding
Every family has plans in view
Is forever blowing bubbles too
Every field wears a bonnet
with some spring daisies on it
show their clothes off together
puts it down to spring fever.
While there's no antelope who
feels that he can't elope,
it's spring, spring, spring.
Slow but surely the turtle,
who's enormously fertile,
lays her eggs by the dozens,
maybe some are her cousins.
nonplussed at that amount,
it's spring, spring, spring.
Gazes down across his eagle beak
Even though to each rabbit
spring is more like a habit
Notwithstanding the factors
they indulge in the practice
Each day is Mother's Day,
the next day's Mother's Day,
it's spring, spring, spring.
the kangaroos lay off butterfat
and all the French fries.
If their offspring are large,
Yes siree, spring discloses
that it's all one supposes
Wagging tails, rubbing noses,
consider the porcupine who
Keeping company is tricky,
it can get pretty sticky in the spring