I’m very glad the spring is come: the sun shines out so bright,
The little birds upon the trees are singing for delight;
The young grass looks so fresh and green, the lambs do sport and play,
And I can skip and run about as merrily as they.
I like to see the daisy and the buttercups once more,
The primrose and the cowslip, too, and every pretty flower:
I like to see the butterfly extend her painted wing,
And all things seem, just like myself, so pleased to see the spring.
The fishes in the little brook are jumping up so high,
The lark is singing sweetly as she mounts into the sky;