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Spring Song

Now the little lambs are leaping - creepy sheep
and the lucky lark is lurking in the park
and the geopards are a-jiving
and the red buds are arriving,

How come that I - in all that fuzz - am all alone

Now that spring is in the air, dear,
and it plays with my last hair, dear,
and its winds they slash my face, dear,
and I feel its lusty grace, dear,
and I even sneeze its pollen
yet it feels so very solemn,
for I, in all that fuzz, am all alone

And the calf -of course- is caughing - caughy calf
and the rambling rats are singing in the dark
with their rat-tails gayly swinging
to the blue-bells that are ringing

How come that I - in all that fuzz - am all alone

Now the jackals they are jumping - jolly jerks
and the bees begin their being busy bees
and the rivers are all swollen,
while young hearts are merr'ly stolen,

How come that I - in all that fuzz - am all alone