A SIGN OF SPRING
The blue-bird is a-wing;
he has heard the call of spring;
And a dozen times this morning
I have heard a robin sing;
But I know a sign that's surer,
and I see the twinkling feet
Of a score of little children
at the corner of the street.
The crocus-bed's abloom;
in the shadow of my room
Glows a vase of golden jonquils
like a star amid the gloom;
But the sign that's sure and certain
is the children's merry feet
Dancing round the organ-grinder
at the corner of the street.
Song of bird or hum of bee,
there's no sign of spring for me
Like the jolly little dancers
and the frolic melody;
And my heart shall catch the rhythm
of the happy little feet
Dancing round the organ-grinder
at the corner of the street.