I tell you, I still got a spring in my step.
I'm not ready to be buried yet.
The winter may have been long and hard.
But now I'm seeing some green in my yard.
The flowers are out showing off their buds,
The caterpillars aren't the only ones in new duds.
The farmers have finally broken ground.
The bees aren't the only ones buzzing around.
I tell you, I still got a spring in my step.
I'm not ready to be buried yet.
The winter may have been long and hard.
But now I'm seeing some green in my yard.
The crops are finally green and growing.
The roosters aren't the only ones crowing.
There's no way I'm going to forget...
To exercise that SPRING in my step.
Lyrics by Elena Plotkin
(c) 2014 copyright Elena Plotkin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The flowers are out showing off their buds, The caterpillars aren't the only ones in new duds. The farmers have finally broken ground. The bees aren't the only ones buzzing around. ..my favorite stanza. buds/duds=nice! give me a buzz sometime. you must have a pretty wet shoe if there is a spring in it. bri :)