Spring Is Coming I saw a little willow tree
Dancing in the breeze,
To the harmony of song birds,
And the buzzing of the bees.

The butterfly would flutter by,
Kissing all the flowers.
The grass was green and fresh and clean,
Bathed by April showers.

The daffodils, upon the hills
All nod their heads in rhythm.
The Bluebells rings, the Robins sing
And my heart joins in with them.

Tis spring!
O' Joyous spring!