Something To Do With Spring

The sun is shining where clouds have been
Maybe it’s something to do with spring!
I feel no older than seventeen
Maybe it’s something to do with spring!
A feeling I can’t express
A sort of lilt in the air
A lyrical loveliness
Seems everywhere, there!
That cow resembles a rural dean
Maybe it’s something to do with spring!
The Spring is here, dear
Oh dear, oh dear, dear!
Can’t you see
The simply agonising sheen
On every angry little tree?
You must admit it’s rather fun
To think that every single thing
That nature ever does is over done!
You see exactly what I mean;
It all looks far too clean
A badly painted scene
The grass is far too green!
Perhaps there’s something we have missed
I never could have kissed
A sentimentalist!
Still, there’s something in the atmosphere
A sort of something, dear
That makes me happy, dear
The sun is shining where clouds have been
Maybe it’s something to do with spring!
I feel no older than seventeen
Maybe it’s something to do with spring!
A feeling I can’t express
A sort of lilt in the air
A lyrical loveliness
Seems everywhere, there!
That sheep’s expression is quite obscene
Maybe it’s something to do with spring!