After the Winter

The summer is coming--hurrah!
Old winter has gone for good.
The summer is coming--hurrah! hurrah!
The birdies are in the wood.

The chickens are coming--hurrah!
Hear how the old hen clucks:
The chickens are coming--hurrah! hurrah!
And the queer little turkeys and ducks.

The tad-poles are coming--hurrah!
With their comical, wriggling tails:
The tad-poles are coming--hurrah! hurrah!
Like little mites of whales.

The crickets are coming--hurrah!
And katydids always so funny:
And fire-flies too--hurrah! hurrah!
And bumble-bees laden with honey.

The ant-hills are coming--hurrah!
What fun to see them rise:
The ant-hills are coming--hurrah! hurrah!
They're growing before our eyes.

The daisies are coming--hurrah!
We'll weave them in many a chain:
The daisies are coming--hurrah! hurrah!
The daisies are coming again!

The cherries are coming--hurrah!
And apples and peaches and plums:
The fruit is a-coming--hurrah! hurrah!
We'll feast on it when it comes.

The swallows are coming--hurrah!
There'll be lots of birds in the sky;
The swallows are coming--hurrah! hurrah!
We'll whoop at them as they fly.

The corn-fields are coming--hurrah!
So green and waving and high:
The corn-fields are coming--hurrah! hurrah!
We'll hide in them by-and-by.

The summer is coming--hurrah!
We can bathe and swim and dive:
The summer is coming--hurrah! hurrah!
Oh! it's jolly to be alive!

It's jolly to live--hurrah!
Let us all be good and glad:
It's the grandest world--hurrah! hurrah!
That ever we children have had.