Spring Is Waking Up Now Poem by Francie Lynch

It's early in the day.
The birds chirp Spring awake;
The trees are in their underwear,
They've yet to brush their teeth.
The rain will wash their faces;
At present they're a disgrace.

He moves slowly in the morning,
Scratching bark and boles;
He'll amble to the bathroom first
Then don some fine green clothes.
Spring is waking up now,
Sap's running from his nose,
Spring is waking up now,
Rubbing blurry eyes,
Spring is waking up now,
And winter's in repose.