Classic Poem

The Springtime cometh,
Hummingbird hummeth,
Little brook rusheth,
Merry maiden blusheth,
Ice man goeth,
For thy beauty bloweth
Spring to me.
The bright world shineth,
Tender arm twineth,
Starry eye gloweth,
For they knoweth
That without thee,
Spring could never be.
Daffodil . . . he can't stand still,
Cap he flingeth,
Cane he swingeth,
Song he singeth,
Ding dong day. . . .
Which is to say
The Springtime cometh,
Hummingbird hummeth,
Sugarplum plummeth,
Heart, it humpty-dummeth,
And to summeth up,
The Springtime cometh for the love of thee.
Lad and lass
In tall green grass
Gaily skippeth,
Nylon rippeth,
Zipper zippeth,
Ding dong day. . . .
Which is to say
The Springtime cometh,
Hummingbird hummeth,
Geranee-yummeth,
Chrysanthe-mummeth,
Bubble gum gummeth,
And the Springtime cometh for the love of thee.