Hubbub in the garden
Hubbub in the square
Hubbub in the orchard
No, hullabaloo in there
Something must be happening
Something exciting
Like Christmas on the breeze
Everything tingles
Everything spins
Something exciting in the air
Flowers on the parkway
And dandelions in the brush
No one seems to mind
The weeds in all this rush
Hubbub, two or three
Bees in the pollen
Spring in the sounds and smells
Babbling brook
And creaking tree
New flowers formed
All ice now melted
Busy, busy, busy
Must be ready, ready, ready
Run back and forth
To and fro
Here and there
All around and everywhere
Hubbub
Hubbub
Hubbub
Spring is here at last.
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