SPRING IS IN THE AIR:

Don your floral petticoats, let´s dance & gaily sing,

Walk through old woods & hear the bluebells ring,

Tiptoe through snowdrops, feel your wee toes wiggle,

If you listen carefully, you´ll hear the new roots giggle.

 

Don your hat of daffodils & let´s dabble in gold dreams,

Waltz besides blue waterways & paddle in cold streams,

We´ll run through green forests, along their leafy trails,

We´ll watch little squirrel´s, wag fluffy springtime tails.

 

Don your lupine slippers dear & let´s follow catkins flying,

Amble through old oak trees, where cheeky imps lie spying,

We shall chase the Easter hares across their verdant fields,

Let´s observe & enjoy, as spring, it´s new-born magic wields.