From behind a woolly cloud
Spring peeks and then laughs out aloud
While winter in wet and icy pride
Weeps a tear- then seeks to hide
A bud opens, blinks, peeps at the sun
Come dance with me,’  where’s everyone?
‘œI’m here!’ – ‘œMe too!’’  So others shout
And in fancy dress the field is out
And suddenly the land’s in light
A thousand blossoms’  – what a sight!
And children sing and wood- chucks call
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  The very oldest song of all.