It's Anybody's Spring

歌詞

Well now, the barnyard is busy, in a regular tizzy And the obvious reason is because of the season Ma Nature's lyrical with her yearly miracle Spring, Spring, Spring All the henfolk are hatchin', while their menfolk are scratchin' To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival Each nest is twittering, they're all babysittering Spring, Spring, Spring Why, it's a beehive of budding son and daughter life Every family has plans in view Even down in the brook, the underwater life Is forever blowin' bubbles too Little skylarks are larking, see them all double-parking Cuddled up, playin'possum, they're behind ev'ry blossom Even the bubble-ink Is merrily wobble-ink Spring, Spring, Spring In his hole, though the gopher seems a bit of a loafer The industrious beaver puts it down to Spring fever While there's no antelope who feels that he can't elope Spring, Spring, Spring Each cocoon has a tenant, so they hung out a penant Don't disturb please, keep waiting, we're evacuating This home's my Mama's isle, soon have my own domicile Spring, Spring, Spring Even out in Australia, the kangaroos Lay off butter fat and all French fries If their offspring are large, it might be dan-ga-roos Why, they've just got to keep them pocket-size Even though, to detract, Spring is more like a habit Not withstanding, the fact is they endulge in the practice Why, each day is Mother's Day The next day some other's day Spring, Spring, Spring To itself, each amoeba softly glows ? While the proud little termite fills his life as a worm might Old papa dragonfly is makin' his wagon fly It's Spring, Spring, Spring And from his eerie, the eagle with his eagle eye Gazes down across his eagle beak And a-fixing his lady with a legal eye Screams, "Suppose we set the date this week" Ah, yes siree, Spring discloses, if it's all one supposes Wagging tails, rubbing noses, but it's no bed of roses And if for the stork you pine, consider the porcupine Who longs to cling Keeping comp'ny is tricky, it can get pretty sticky In the Spring, Spring, Spring