While song of the birds, of water and bees comes crooningly, crooningly,
And Summer brings me her swift mad months with scent and colour and sheen.
Winter is gone, I ween,
As it had never been!
Dance! dance! Delicately dance!
Revel with the delicatest stamp and go!
Dance! dance! Circle and advance,
Curtsey, twirl about,
Shatter the dew and whirl about,
Stamp upon the moonbeams—heel and toe!