Springtime is here with joy and cheer,

With budding trees and singing bees;

The ferns unfurl from out their curl

And raise their wiry stem.

The frisking lambs around their dams

In youthful day do laugh and play

Under the ray of sunny May,

And birds their nests now hem.

 

The joyful lark is but a spark

Up in the sky as night goes by;

The calves are out and romp about

In glee because of Spring.

The plum-tree white is now a sight

Of beauty rare and vesture fair;

At close of day the thrush his lay

Puts forth with a joyous ring.

 

Sammie Turtle

Tullygrawley School