Spring Spring Spring

作词:佚名

作曲:Johnny Mercer

所属专辑:Together

歌词

Spring Spring Spring - Fred Astaire/Bing Crosby

作曲:Gene De Paul/Johnny Mercer

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 hatching

While their menfolk are scratching

To ensure the survival of each

Brand new arrival

Each nest is twittering

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 blowing bubbles too

Little skylarks are larking

See them all double parking

Cuddled up playing possum

They're behind every 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 penant

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 butter fat 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 detract

Spring is more like a habit

Not withstanding the fact is

They endulge 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 glows abtalibe

While the proud little termite fills

His life as a worm might

Old papa dragonfly is

making his wagon fly

Spring Spring Spring

And from his eerie

The eagle with his eagle eye

Gazes down across his eagle beak

And a fixing his lady with a legal eye

Screams Suppose

we set the date this week

Ah yes siree Spring discloses

If it's all one supposes

Wagging tails rubbing noses

But it's no bed of roses

And if for the stork you pine

Consider the porcupine

Who longs to cling

Keeping company is tricky

It can get pretty sticky

In the Spring Spring Spring

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