Spring Fever
Spring is here. I can feel it in my bones.
I wish I had some thing that would prove
my bones are correct. But what about
The trees? The trees Prove my bones are
Correct. Why they're all green like the wonderful
Bright green rye grass by the end of the walk
The daffodils at the end of the road. And I feel
So lazy baceuse of my spring fever.
Jean Morrison
