I am going to read three rhymes by unknown authors, and the first is entitled “In Our Springtime Garden.”
What a lovely time of year, time of year, time of year
What a lovely time of year in our springtime garden.
See the flowers swing and sway, swing and sway, swing and sway
See the flowers swing and sway in our springtime garden.
The next one is just called “Spring.”
I love spring, spring is new
It’s new blades of grass, it’s rain on glass
It’s a wood scented lane, it’s a new bird song,
It’s days growing long
It’s a tree in bud
And puddles of mud.
It’s birds in a tree, and a buzz from a bee,
It’s kites in the sky
It’s spring, that’s why.
I love spring.
And here is another one, again merely called “Spring.”
And suddenly spring!
The winds of March were sleeping
I hardly felt a thing.
The trees were standing quietly,
It didn’t seem like spring.
Then suddenly the winds awoke
They raced across the sky,
And bumped right into April!
And April is made of such wonderful things
Sunbeams and tulips and butterfly wings.