The Calendar said, “It is spring.”

“It is spring,” whispered the breezes.

“It is spring,” pattered the rain.

“It is spring,” sang the robin.

The birds were building nests.

“Where will I live?” asked Jenny Wren.

Jenny Wren said, “I want a new house.”

She said, “Who will build me a house?”

Tiddly Winks said,