fulldart ing(r ain)musicpl ainwood landsbusyTHE SPRING TIME
Now the days are full of music!All the birds are back again;In the tree-tops, in the meadows,In the woodlands, on the plain.See them darting through the sunshine!Hear them singing loud and clear!How they love the busy spring time—Sweetest time of all the year!
Now the days are full of music!All the birds are back again;In the tree-tops, in the meadows,In the woodlands, on the plain.See them darting through the sunshine!Hear them singing loud and clear!How they love the busy spring time—Sweetest time of all the year!
Now the days are full of music!All the birds are back again;In the tree-tops, in the meadows,In the woodlands, on the plain.
Now the days are full of music!
All the birds are back again;
In the tree-tops, in the meadows,
In the woodlands, on the plain.
See them darting through the sunshine!Hear them singing loud and clear!How they love the busy spring time—Sweetest time of all the year!
See them darting through the sunshine!
Hear them singing loud and clear!
How they love the busy spring time—
Sweetest time of all the year!
TOM AND THE BIRDS
One morning Tom ran to mother.“Mother, mother!” he called.“The springtime has come!”“How do you know?” said mother.“The birds have come back,” said Tom.“I saw so many in the garden!They are singing their sweetest songs.Come and hear them, mother.The garden is full of music!Do come, mother!”Mother and Tom went into the garden.Robins were calling from the tree-top.Bluebirds were darting around.They were darting in the sunshine.All were singing their sweetest songs.They seemed to say, “It is time all nests were made.”They were so busy and glad.All wanted new nests.Robin’s nest was in the apple tree.Blue-bird’s nest was near it.How glad they all were!The garden was full of music.“I love the springtime,” said Tom.“I love to hear the birds sing.”“Hear their glad songs,” said mother.“See them darting in the sunshine!See how busy they are!We must be busy like the birds.We must be glad, too.”
One morning Tom ran to mother.“Mother, mother!” he called.“The springtime has come!”“How do you know?” said mother.“The birds have come back,” said Tom.“I saw so many in the garden!They are singing their sweetest songs.Come and hear them, mother.The garden is full of music!Do come, mother!”Mother and Tom went into the garden.Robins were calling from the tree-top.Bluebirds were darting around.They were darting in the sunshine.All were singing their sweetest songs.They seemed to say, “It is time all nests were made.”They were so busy and glad.All wanted new nests.Robin’s nest was in the apple tree.Blue-bird’s nest was near it.How glad they all were!The garden was full of music.“I love the springtime,” said Tom.“I love to hear the birds sing.”“Hear their glad songs,” said mother.“See them darting in the sunshine!See how busy they are!We must be busy like the birds.We must be glad, too.”
One morning Tom ran to mother.“Mother, mother!” he called.“The springtime has come!”“How do you know?” said mother.“The birds have come back,” said Tom.“I saw so many in the garden!They are singing their sweetest songs.Come and hear them, mother.The garden is full of music!Do come, mother!”Mother and Tom went into the garden.Robins were calling from the tree-top.Bluebirds were darting around.They were darting in the sunshine.All were singing their sweetest songs.They seemed to say, “It is time all nests were made.”They were so busy and glad.All wanted new nests.Robin’s nest was in the apple tree.Blue-bird’s nest was near it.How glad they all were!The garden was full of music.“I love the springtime,” said Tom.“I love to hear the birds sing.”“Hear their glad songs,” said mother.“See them darting in the sunshine!See how busy they are!We must be busy like the birds.We must be glad, too.”
One morning Tom ran to mother.
“Mother, mother!” he called.
“The springtime has come!”
“How do you know?” said mother.
“The birds have come back,” said Tom.
“I saw so many in the garden!
They are singing their sweetest songs.
Come and hear them, mother.
The garden is full of music!
Do come, mother!”
Mother and Tom went into the garden.
Robins were calling from the tree-top.
Bluebirds were darting around.
They were darting in the sunshine.
All were singing their sweetest songs.
They seemed to say, “It is time all nests were made.”
They were so busy and glad.
All wanted new nests.
Robin’s nest was in the apple tree.
Blue-bird’s nest was near it.
How glad they all were!
The garden was full of music.
“I love the springtime,” said Tom.
“I love to hear the birds sing.”
“Hear their glad songs,” said mother.
“See them darting in the sunshine!
See how busy they are!
We must be busy like the birds.
We must be glad, too.”