It's a bright old day I see,

Waiting for me to partake.

It sure lifts my spirits

To see my crocuses bloom.

First flowers of many to come

As I like to have a garden grow.

I will plant many more flowers

After the weather has lost its chill.

Then I'll know winter is gone

And I can hang up my coat.

Walk around with just a shirt

And see the bosoms of the chics.

Modesty for some does not apply

When they are richly endowed.

Ah yes, the beauty of Spring

Lets flowers grow and hearts sing.