Enter ten small girls (run in on tiptoe lightly, waving arms while the others sing.)
The birds are flying, tra-la, tra-la,
Their strong wings a-trying, tra-la, tra-la,
From east and west, they come with the rest,
For Springtime is here, tra-la, tra-la.
First girl (courtesies):
The Robin has a pretty vest,
Second girl:
The Bluebird sweetly sings his best;
Third girl: