It's that Hippity Hoppin' Season
when the air is fresh and pleasin!

The frostiness is leavin'
and the ice no longer freezin'.

The sun is waking up the grass.
The lakes are mirrors just like glass.

Birds are winging home at last.
And Spring is sprung, the Winter's Past.

Renewal, rebirth is in the air.
Wild flowers are bloomin' everywhere.
Perfumes sweet nothing can compare,
And Spring Fevers something 
we all share.



Yes, it's that hippity hoppin' season
when the wind is barely breathin'.
Whispering and breezin'
through the woods 
and fields it's easin'.

Listen, hear me, come along 
Rising, growing, free and strong.
Dancing, thriving, Hey! 
You too belong
to this magic hour, 
This Springtime Song!

Happy Easter Everyone!

March 10, 2001
By Linda A. Copp