A SPRING SONG
Out in the woods,
Where the wild birds sing,
It is all alive
With the happy spring.
It gets in my feet,
And the first I know
They are dancing-glad,
And away they go.
I race with the brook
Till my breath is gone,
And it laughs at me
As it races on.
I rock with the trees,
And I sway and swing,
And make believe
I am part of the spring.