Spring, Spring, Spring Songtext
von Bing Crosby
Spring, Spring, Spring Songtext
Well now, the barnyard is busy, in a regular tizzy
And the obvious reason is because of the season
Ma Nature′s lyrical with her yearly miracle
Spring, spring, spring
All the henfolk are hatchin' while their menfolk are scratchin′
To ensure the survival of each brand-new arrival
Each nest is tweeting, they're all babysittering
Spring, spring, spring
Why, it's a beehive of budding son-and-daughter life
Every family has plans in view
Even down in the brook, the underwater life
Is forever blowin′ bubbles too
Little skylarks are larking, see them all double-parking
Cuddled up or playin′ possum, they're behind ev′ry blossom
Even the bubble-ink is merrily wobble-ink
Spring, spring, spring
In his hole, though the gopher seems a bit of a loafer
The industrious beaver puts it down to spring fever
While there's no antelope who feels that he can′t elope
Spring, spring, spring
Each cocoon has a tenant, so they hung out a pennant
"Don't disturb, please, keep waiting, we′re evacuating
This home's my mama's isle, soon have my own domicile"
Spring, spring, spring
Even out in Australia, the kangaroos
Lay off butterfat and all French fries
If their offspring are large, it might be dangaroos
Why, they′ve just got to keep them pocket-size
Even though to each rabbit spring is more like a habit
Notwithstanding, the fact is they indulge in the practice
Why, each day is Mother′s Day, the next day some other's day
Spring, spring, spring
To itself, each amoeba softly croons, "Ach, du Lieber"
While the proud little termite feels as large as a worm might
Old Papa Dragonfly is makin′ his wagon fly
It's spring, spring, spring
And from his eyrie, the eagle with his eagle eye
Gazes down acrost his eagle beak
And a-fixing his lady with a legal eye
Screams, "Suppose we set the date this week"
Ah, yessiree, spring discloses, if it′s all one supposes
Waggin' tails, rubbin′ noses, but it's no bed of roses
And if for the stork you pine, consider the porcupine who longs to cling
Keepin' comp′ny is tricky, it can get pretty sticky
In the spring, spring, spring
And the obvious reason is because of the season
Ma Nature′s lyrical with her yearly miracle
Spring, spring, spring
All the henfolk are hatchin' while their menfolk are scratchin′
To ensure the survival of each brand-new arrival
Each nest is tweeting, they're all babysittering
Spring, spring, spring
Why, it's a beehive of budding son-and-daughter life
Every family has plans in view
Even down in the brook, the underwater life
Is forever blowin′ bubbles too
Little skylarks are larking, see them all double-parking
Cuddled up or playin′ possum, they're behind ev′ry blossom
Even the bubble-ink is merrily wobble-ink
Spring, spring, spring
In his hole, though the gopher seems a bit of a loafer
The industrious beaver puts it down to spring fever
While there's no antelope who feels that he can′t elope
Spring, spring, spring
Each cocoon has a tenant, so they hung out a pennant
"Don't disturb, please, keep waiting, we′re evacuating
This home's my mama's isle, soon have my own domicile"
Spring, spring, spring
Even out in Australia, the kangaroos
Lay off butterfat and all French fries
If their offspring are large, it might be dangaroos
Why, they′ve just got to keep them pocket-size
Even though to each rabbit spring is more like a habit
Notwithstanding, the fact is they indulge in the practice
Why, each day is Mother′s Day, the next day some other's day
Spring, spring, spring
To itself, each amoeba softly croons, "Ach, du Lieber"
While the proud little termite feels as large as a worm might
Old Papa Dragonfly is makin′ his wagon fly
It's spring, spring, spring
And from his eyrie, the eagle with his eagle eye
Gazes down acrost his eagle beak
And a-fixing his lady with a legal eye
Screams, "Suppose we set the date this week"
Ah, yessiree, spring discloses, if it′s all one supposes
Waggin' tails, rubbin′ noses, but it's no bed of roses
And if for the stork you pine, consider the porcupine who longs to cling
Keepin' comp′ny is tricky, it can get pretty sticky
In the spring, spring, spring
Writer(s): Gene De Paul, Johnny Mercer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
