It's warming in the Spring and budding begins.
The air is freshened as the Winter ends.
And...
I hear the chirping of the birds.
'Tweet-tweet'.
Those birds are chirping to be heard.
It's warming in the Spring and people leave,
Their frowns and Winter coats...
For something short sleeved,
And...
They're ready to warm up to Spring.
With a humming done,
Of a song to sing.
People seem to have a 'thing' for Spring.
And....
Lovers everywhere,
Can be seen.
It's warming in the Spring and budding begins.
The air is freshened as the Winter ends.
And...
I hear the chirping of the birds.
'Tweet-tweet'.
Those birds are chirping to be heard.
It's warming in the Spring and people leave,
Their frowns and Winter coats...
For something short sleeved,
And...
I hear the chirping of the birds.
'Tweet-tweet'.
Every morning when they're heard.
People seem to have a 'thing' for Spring.
And...
What for them the season for them means.
And...
I love to hear the chirping birds.
Tweeting as if greeting.
In the morning early when they are heard.
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