[Verse 1]
Oh, the butterflies are flying
Now the winter days are dying
And the primroses are trying
To be seen
[Verse 2]
And the turtle-doves are cooing
And the woods are up and doing
For the violets are blue-ing
In the green
[Verse 3]
Oh, the honey-bees are gumming
On their little wings, and humming
That the summer, which is coming
Will be fun
[Verse 4]
And the cows are almost cooing
And the turtle-doves are mooing
Which is why a Pooh is poohing
In the sun
[Verse 5]
For the spring is really springing;
You can see a skylark singing
And the blue-bells, which are ringing
Can be heard
[Verse 6]
And the cuckoo isn't cooing
But he's cucking and he's ooing
And a Pooh is simply poohing
Like a bird
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