SPRING.

I am coming, I am coming,

With my carpet soft and green;

I have spread it o'er the common,

And a prettier ne'er was seen.

Soon I'll spangle it with clover,

And the dandelions bright;

You shall pick them in your aprons,

Yellow, red, and snowy white.

I am coming, and the tree-tops,

That all winter were so bare,

You shall see, with small leaves covered,

Wave their branches in the air.

I am coming! Little children,

Can you tell me who am I?

If not, you will soon remember,

For I'm just now passing by.