Spring is here, finally some sun,
Buds pop up and hedgehogs come
Out of their hiding place they’ve been,
And dance to the new season theme.
Flowers appear like out of nowhere,
And some people try their just-bought spring-wear.
It all comes from the January sales,
And farmers collect up all the bales.
Spring’s like a blank canvas just filled with paint,
People hope the bad weather doesn’t come late.
The children go outside again
And smell the flowers filled with scent.