Spring Song

　　Spring is coming, spring is coming,
　　Birdies, build your nest;
　　Weave together straw and feather,
　　Doing each your best.
　　Spring is coming, spring is coming,
　　Flowers are coming too:
　　Pansies, lilies, daffodillies,
　　Now are coming thought
　　Spring is coming, spring is coming,
　　All around is fair,
　　Shimmer and quiver on the river,
　　Joy is everywhere.
　　By William Blake