And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
It is not the best of seasons.
Cold and flu are two good reasons;
wind and rain and other sorrow,
warm today and cold tomorrow.
Cold and flu are two good reasons;
wind and rain and other sorrow,
warm today and cold tomorrow.
If you want to live and thrive,
let the bug run alive.
let the bug run alive.
Flowers are those little colorful beacons of the sun
from which we get sunshine when dark,
and somber skies blanket our thoughts.
And what is a butterfly?
At best, he's but a caterpillar in a dress.
At best, he's but a caterpillar in a dress.