The rain will fall, But the trees will stand tall                                                                                                      The wind will blow, And the river will overflow                                                                                                    The frogs will leap, The children will sleep…                                                                                                          and you won’t hear a single peep.

Birds will sing, Bees will sting                                                                                                                               Flowers will sprout…upstream will come the trout.                                                                                             Then you’ll hear, For it’s coming near:                                                                                                                   Spring is here, And it’s so sincere.