Spring surely is due
after long long winters time.
„Bumblebees first“ – they hum;
it is the mostly common word.
Birdies hatch and lambs are born;
Bluebells wave a blanket in the woods,
while boys and girls get rid of hoods.
Before the roses bloom we feel their thorn;
some lonely hearts will not be heard.
This season gives in it's whole sum
a lot to make a poet rhyme.
If not for fee – but sure for you.