Spring is in the air. Barmy is the breeze. Turning all topsy turvy And the world’s beginning to un-freeze. Spring is in the air. The cuckoo’s singing a song. Hearts in every household go flipping And nothing can seem to go wrong. Oh! Spring is in the air. The greens on the trees again abound. The red palash at the distant horizon Wave goodbye to the birds, homeward bound. Spring is in the air. The cycle of nature has turned anew. Open the windows of your house and hearts And bathe in the spring’s fresh hues.
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